My Eye Just Can't Take It Anymore!

I got in a fight. I was trying to pluck out my eye. I don't know. Stress. I was crying too much. Your face just busted a blood vessel in my eye.

I say all sorts of random stuff when people ask me what happened to my eye. Truth is, I don't know. I woke up one day and it looked like my eye was bleeding, but on the inside, but I could see it from the outside. Strange phenomenon.

The first day it was just a red line along the side of my eye ball. The next day it was a huge red ball, nice and bright for the whole world to see. So I called Kittie, my resident eye doctor. "Is there any pain?" she asked. "Well, no, not besides the pain of embarrassment that my ego seems to be experiencing right now." She said it is probably a broken blood vessel and will go away in about a week. The cause? Probably stress.

Probably? So, like it could be a massive tumor in my head causing random blood vessels to blow? But it's probably just stress. Whew! Close call.

I'm also having trouble remembering things. I thrive on details. I'm an organizational guru of sorts. I remember things. I remember everything. I remember what color his cuff links were two and a half years ago at my uncle Joe's funeral. (Not really; I don't have an uncle Joe. Dramatic affect. Work with me.)

But lately I can't remember much of anything. Yesterday someone was recalling an event that took place a couple months ago, talking about who brought what, did I bring the cheese, the wine, both? Turns out I brought both. But for the life of me, I couldn't remember that until this morning. I was sitting in my car, parking outside of the polling place, and suddenly I remembered, "I brought the cheese AND the wine!" Then I went in to vote and realized that I had forgotten my ID in my car. Go figure.

Another thing; my muscles are tense, constantly. I get these fantastic tension headaches that linger throughout the day and on to the night. Advil is my closest companion these days. We go way back.

Did I mention that I've been sick, too? Nothing like good old fashioned head cold to ease the heavy burden of a stressful existence.

As I'm searching for a clever way to end this post, I have noticed that Blogger allows you to create labels for each post. They suggest "scooters, vacation, fall, etc." Hhmmm... I think I'll go with scooters. That word makes me laugh.

Scooters.