Part of it is anxiety that I'll have anxiety, which leads to anxiety, which leads to making it harder to sit still and not move my eyes. The Dr. told me it would take about 20 minutes, which led me to thinking, "Is it 20 minutes yet? I hope he wasn't understating how long it would take, because more than 20 minutes would suck. Gee, it'll be great to go home and nap. I just have to wait for them to finish lasering my eye. When the 20 minutes are up."
I have so been there. But thankfully not with needles or lasers in my eye.
Fie on your ice cream malfeasants.
And did I mention that he made me a metal Mobius strip?
That is quite possibly the most awesome thing EVER.
Damn, Tom. I hope the lasering was very effective. It is so Wrong to have that kind of eye abuse and get inadequate ice cream in the end. Not right.
Sorry to hear the Teddy report, Fred. It is so difficult. He is blessed to have such great parents. And congrats to Hubs!
I got Jessica on the mind. I hope she is getting some rest.
I have so been there. But thankfully not with needles or lasers in my eye.
Oh, I just realized I should have been reciting the "Fear is the mind killer" thing from
Dune
to myself. Except that might have led to picturing the movie, which would lead to giggling....
From Allyson's link:
You blog about how it's effecting you, what you might witness, rumours or news that you hear, and so on.
Affecting! (right?!?!)
Yikes, Tommyrot! Although, I think my worse eye is like 20/200, and I do OK.
Doesn't her character being gay risk highlighting and underlining the stereotype? So manly that she does women?
Yeah, I don't know -- she's pretty much a bad-ass dyke. But pretty!
I just realized I should have been reciting the "Fear is the mind killer" thing from Dune to myself. Except that might have led to picturing the movie, which would lead to giggling....
Made me think of
Clockwork Orange.
Although the better movie, not necessarily the better thought. Sounds like a travail, but hopefully one for the better.
Jesse--totally affecting.
I'm not going to the ER this week. Which means, if I do go to the ER, it obviously didn't happen.
I may need better coping mechanisms.
Phew.
ION, the combination of my friend having Trouble At Home, and her boss in his last week or two at that job meant that he gave her the OK to expense our drinks etc. tonight! Sweet. I should have ordered more food.
It's just fun to say. Try it!)
Mweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeebussss.
