frustrated and living in irony

I'm soo very fucking tired
of fuckered eyeballs

do ya feel me?

got home from holidays on Tues
trip was a gas...
laughed and laughed and laughed some more

woke up Wed with full on eyeball flare
my left this time...(2 weeks ago it was the right)
spent Wed and Thurs in bed
can't read
can't watch tv
can't see the puter
can't sleep
can't stand light of any kind
bored outta my flamin skull
good thing I can touch type eh?

I got home to 167 emails
and 221 blog posts to read
(in spite of the stuff I read
while at Arlene's)
and I'm sadly sitting here
watching the numbers climb
cos I can't focus enough
to read em
the fine print just don't work for me
right now

my bother came down from his place up Island
on Thurs
to pick up the VOD and take her along with
for a while
he forced me to go to ER again...

ER Dr I saw Thurs and Fri
said the more times I have to come to ER
the more chance that the specialist
will understand how this is affecting my life
he also said that if I go 2 days
with no respite to go to ER
to make sure there's not
something in my eye...
cos I basically can't tell the difference

I asked if I could have
some of that eyeball freezing drug
for home
he said no
fucker LoL

they're substantially better today
but still not right

and I'm sooo frustrated
hence all the swearing
cos I ain't in a good mood
I'm trying
but it's not pretty over here

I want to ride
I want to be able to spend my spare time
writing
I want to have a freakin life
is that too much to ask?
apparently.

*sigh*

and then there's the ole
asshole attractor
I got up this morn
and went into town
to do some running around
before it got too much hotter
got to the mall I wanted
it's already 22 degrees C
and there
sitting in the sun
is a car
with the windows all closed up
and 2 small dogs in it

did I mention I ain't in a good mood?

I tried the doors and they were locked
so I called the SPCA
the truck comes
and just as they are about to smash a window
cos the dogs are obviously in distress
out from the mall comes this shrieking fishwife
calling me names and shit

did I mention I ain't in a good mood?

I started out by quietly asking her if she'd
been dropped on her head as a child
cos if not...I'd be more than happy
to drop her on her head as an adult

things progressed slightly down hill from there
but I figure it's flat out impossible
to out cuss me
when I've got a full cranky on
and a good head of steam
she eventually shut up

I did feel a little better on my way home.

still
there has to be something the specialist can do
about the peepers
sometime soon

so...the big question is
does anyone else find it hugely ironic
that I spent 25 years of my life
working for the Foundation Fighting Blindness Canada
in the form of a volunteer, then Coordinator, then Provincial Chair
of the Ride for Sight?

just asking....
*sigh*