Hi, Beverly. (I keep forgetting we're in the same time zone now!) Glad the eye thing wasn't worse, but I'm sorry it's happening.
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Goodness, Beverly! Much eye-ma to you.
Eh. I'm actually pretty chill. I know it's actually a thing, which is a relief. Nothing I can do till the place calls, so I'm just being patient. Having a diagnosis other than I'm imagining it is good. But I'll take the good thoughts gratefully. I'm sure I'll need them when the worry sets in.
I had a friend who repaired dolls. She sometimes replaced eyes, or reset the ones still there that little fingers had pushed into the doll's head. This sounds like something that would happen to an old doll--"Well, the color is flaking off the back of the pupil. I can repaint it, or you can replace the eye, or let it go as is."
Vortex, I'm sorry. I hate when employers do that. Figure out if you want the job filled before you post it.
Good luck, meara!
Eye~ma, Bev!
{{{}}} to all of the Bitches. Be kind to yourselves, especially if the rest of the world isn't.
Hi, Maria! I hope your day improved yesterday.
This sounds like something that would happen to an old doll
Sometimes unrestored is more valuable.
Improved? Eh. Finally made it to bed around 2 am. Almost 20 hours awake, and most of them working... I'm just glad it's over. I slept in this morning, and I feel much better.
Yay for surviving the day? I'm glad you slept well. I also got a good, long night's sleep last night.
Beverly, I just read your LJ post, finally. Um, thanks for coming up with a new medical problem I'd never heard of before? I collect them, you know. Seriously, it's good to know it's not a terrible thing, and I hope it can get fixed relatively easily. Maybe you'll get a cyborg lens, they're all the rage lately.
New social worker(yes, again) was kind of a one-man Pride parade of twinkness.