How Messy Can I be?

 I don't get out much and today, I'm going to see Fran Hong, who is running for governor of Wisconsin.  Here I am with a big old red eye.  This winter can go to hell.

I could feel a lens roll up yesterday so I thought oh no, time to get it out.  With winter being so dry, anytime I sense a lens shift in my eye, I get it out or then it's a bitch to get out later.  Well I don't know if I got it out but it appears that my eye is looking beat up.  It looks better than last night.  I could have sworn I felt something come out and drop on my sweater when I laid down on my bed to conduct surgery.  Item nowhere to be found.  Damn it.

I may have to see if they can squeeze me in to make sure I don't have anything funny in my eye.  Here's to losing $50 or more to this stupid winter.  Damn it.  Unless my eye clears up significantly tomorrow, I probably should make a call. There have been two instances in my life where I thought I had a stuck contact lens and it didn't turn out to be the case.  All I got was a bill and some free eye drop samples.  Nice samples but still.  I'm not going to play with my eye though.  It feels better waking up this morning but it still looks sad like me.  Damn it.

On top of it, I had a break out on my chin that involved me doing surgery and a scab.  Yeah, I know.  I'm not supposed to do it but I did and well, that adds to how sexy my face is looking.  Gross.  Damn it.

I got my bill for last month's situation on my nose.  I had to laugh when I saw the description.  Destruction of benign lesion.  I thought it was just eczema.  This winter has really beat my face up in more ways than one.  Damn it.

 I remember when I had my first incident with thinking I had a lens stuck in my eye.  I just left for 45 minutes because the doctor was nearby and I told Corinne what happened.  Well someone on the other side heard what happened and I heard them How stupid can you be? People are jerks.  This dingbat spent her days reading romance novels and acting pissed whenever someone wanted them to do something.  

When something like that happens, it may be that you have popped the contact lens out but your eye feels like a pebble is stuck so you don't know if something is still there.  

I thought maybe I did it again a few years and I hadn't.  I got drops for my eyes.  I don't think I said anything to the group other than I had an eye irritation that I needed checked out.  I don't need anyone judging me.  If I wind up making an appointment and getting in, I'll just say I got an appointment to attend to, that's all.  

Yesterday, I had been debating with my mom about my mouth guard situation.  I need to have it replaced like yesterday plus six years ago.  I had been looking at what options they had online.  It makes me nervous but when I see a favorable review of how their dentist was going to charge them $1000, I think maybe this is something I need to look into it.  It was one too many years ago that I paid $300.  I can't imagine that price would be the same, even if my dentist tries to work with me more financially.  

I also worry I may not have this dentist much longer. This is the second time he's been out because of an illness.  He may say enough and retire.  I get it.  I definitely won't go to his partner who's the same age so I may have to find a new dentist sooner than I want to.  I am wondering with these mouthguards online might be a better option than what I have.  They say that most mouthguards should be replaced after 2 or 3 years.  I'm not going to say how long I've had mine because I will gross myself out.  I have been distracted the last 11 years in my defense.  I am a mess.

The thought of giving up hard earned money for more medical stuff just depresses me.  I'd like to build up my savings more in case we need to move or need to pay more rent.  I don't like being this expensive medically.  Damn it.

Oh well.  Going to hide behind my glasses today and hope my messy eye heals.

I hope the good humans have a good day. 

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