I'm having some problems with my eyes (minor, likely not to get serious, and more of an inconvenience than anything). For the next week, I have to use corticosteroid eye drops and I can't wear my contact lenses. Instead, I must resign myself to my eyeglasses with their prescription that dates back to 1996, the last time I had eye problems. I had to wear my glasses with an outdated prescription for a week, after which I updated the prescription and haven’t worn them more than an hour at a stretch since. So I guess I'm due for an update?
The world is a bit too blurry for comfort and the eye drops leave a bad taste in my mouth. Literally: the tear ducts are connected to the nasal passages which are connected to the throat. The drops drip down and have a bitter, metallic flavor. I suspect they have other side effects, or else I've got too much getting me down right now, because I don't normally burst into tears several times a day when faced with minor inconveniences or nothing at all.
I managed to get registered at the career center without crying, but I teared up on the drive home. And while I cooked lunch. And over a picture of a turtle in National Geographic. I felt better by the time I had to put in more eye drops, but then packing up my stuff to go back to school was oddly depressing. When I went to Dr. DSP's office to get the key to the lab, he wasn't in and I was utterly devastated. Sniffling, I wandered around looking for other folks that I knew could let me into the lab, but I couldn't find them. I parked myself on the floor outside Dr. DSP's office and read a book on C through a veil of tears. There's no crying in engineering school. I didn't cheer up till I found a code sample on linked lists, which I'm going to need for the computer science project.
Then Dr. DSP came back and gave me a key, and there was general rejoicing until the next minor roadblock. I can't get it to beep. Wah!
It's going to be a long week.
374 words | April 1, 2004 09:23 PM | Real true story