[Update] Everything is good so far!

For those who want the tl;dr version, please see the title. Everyone else, please continue reading.

Yesterday was the one month post-op check up. I won’t go into the long ass wait, because it really was a long ass wait (the neuro-specialist was called away for an emergency surgery), but the long of the short (so far) is that I am okay, and doing great so far.

There were a few concerns I had to ask him about though. I was told  that I may experience blurry vision for about a year. That’s all fine and good, but I expected it to mean that, when my eye opened up finally, that it would start off as blurry, and get better in time. Instead, one day, my vision will be fine, and the next, it isn’t. One minute, my vision is fine, and the next it isn’t. Hell, my vision has gone in and out about 3 times while I was typing this. I wouldn’t care so much, since I know it’s supposed to be temporary, but I have classes and work, and I need to be able to read for both of those. So yeah. it’s annoying.

The other issue I was worried about is because the eye they operated on is not tearing up the way it should. I went to watch “Wonder Woman” for my niece’s birthday, and during the sad scenes…only one eye cried. It was a very weird experience. It did it again when we went and watched Despicable Me 3 (though, fortunately, not as many sad scenes).

So I talked it over with the doctor, and he thinks it’s because of the gland they operated on. The lacrimal gland is the tear gland. He says that the gland creates a film of moisture over the eye that helps it to move easily within the orbit, and to see. According to the notes from the surgery, there wasn’t any damage to the gland, but it could be not working right yet because of the trauma around it. So, basically, the gland is either creating a thicker than usual film over the eye, or it’s not creating enough of a film. Either way, I have eye drops to try and help it out. We won’t know if it’s a permanent thing or not for a while.

Other than that, the doc says I’m healing great, and my next appointment will be in about three months.

Next update: holy world building, Batman! I’m in love *_*

Asking for help is a GOOD thing.

I am seriously using EVERY SINGLE TAG I use for this, because this is important. A cry for help should not EVER be ignored, and the person ASKING for help should never be made to feel like they are somehow LESS for NEEDING that help.

If you are shot, you go to a doctor. If you break an arm or a leg, you go to the doctor. You don’t feel ashamed for needing help THEN, why should you when the pain is INSIDE you? When it is a literally LIFE THREATENING injury/illness? And yes, people, it IS life threatening. Or do you think they were just playing with the noose around their neck? Or the bullet hole in their head? Or maybe the slit wrists and the mountain of fucking pills in their stomach.

SERIOUSLY PEOPLE.

Do you know WHY so many people don’t get the help they need? Because there are dickholes out there who are mocking them. Who dismiss the cries for help as a “phase” until the person finally gets to the point where they think “why bother?”

And then those same assholes have the nerve to say “I don’t understand…what happened?”

YOU happened, asshole. You and the rest of society who have pushed them down one too many times, without even a backwards glance, much less a helping hand to get them back on their feet.

Their blood is on YOUR hands. And don’t you EVER fucking forget it.

 

**Note: To those of you who actually reach out to those who need help, this is NOT directed at you. And please, never change that part of you. We need more people like you.**

First off… no one panic, I’m not suicidal. Yes, I get down and feel like wtf is the point at times. I hate having to work when I know life is short and I’m not happy at my job and I keep thinking.. no one cares. If I died tomorrow, there’d be some poor schmuck […]

via Suicide… 4 words: Listen, I need help! — Kawanee’s Korner

Such wonderful times [/sarcasm]

I don’t know what it is about me and academics, but for some reason, the universe seems to hate us being together. Star-crossed lovers and whatnot, I guess?

Last June, right in the middle of my first term back in college, my brother-in-law died. That was…hell. To put it nicely, and it hasn’t gotten any better, with one pile of bullshit after another following it – and that’s not including the four or five other deaths we had in the family…all within a single month. Feel free to re-read that a couple times to reassure yourself that there are no typos, nor am I exaggerating. Five deaths in a single month. 

This term, just as I had two big papers due, my best friend’s husband ended up in the ICU. Now, I saw best friend, but she’s more like an adopted sister and my boss. I work for her and her husband, taking care of their two children while they work. Since school is in, Brian and Kristy (their parents) usually got them up and ready for school. With Brian being in the ICU, and Kristy being up at the hospital with him, I was pulling double duty for a little over a week. Getting the kids up and ready for school, taking care of the dog (a chore I usually shared with Brian), helping pick up the kids from school, feeding them, scheduling in time for them to video chat with their parents at night before they went to bed. And my classes. 

Thankfully, he’s out of the hospital and is back home, but the past two weeks have not been fun. Now my term is coming to an end, and a new one starts in about three weeks. Keep your fingers crossed nothing else bad happens in the next couple months.

It’s life, Jim, but not as we know it, not as we know it….Captain.

Star trekkin’ across the universe…

Ok, not really, but it has been life, and not as I’ve known it for a good long while. At any rate, this is just a heads up warning. I’ll be writing a series of…ficlets? Haven’t decided yet if they’ll be connected by anything other than their writing prompt (tarot card meanings), but we’ll see.

Length will range from a couple sentences to whatever it happens to take to finish it up. You all can feel free to add more in the comments, and constructive criticism is always welcome.

Enjoy….hopefully.

Alright Karma…that’s enough of that now.

All those times of me laughing at my sister when they thought she was my mother just came around and bit me on the ass.

Went shopping with my roommate/boss and her two children (I’m a live-in nanny) yesterday. To make things a little easier on the mom, we split up in the store, and I took the little girl (9) with me, while she took her son (5). The little girl was messing with something by the counter, so I got onto her about it, and explained why she shouldn’t mess with it.

Cashier leans over and tells the girl “You have a smart mama.”

-_-;

More dust, but at least we’re getting somewhere.

Not entirely happy with the way the blog looks, but also not a chance I’ll be tossing out $99 a year just to be able to play with css, when I can buy a domain for less, and set it all up there.

Well, not at the moment anyway. Had a job interview today, and depending on how that works out, who knows? I fully admit to being a lazy bastard, and if I have the extra money, meh. What the hell, why not?

Wish me luck everyone. It’s actually a job I want!