Terrible Analogies

The worst thing I think I ever did that could compare to this was throwing a Nerf football at a street light as a kid.  If you managed to hit it (they’re much harder to hit than you’d think), the light would turn off.  I never thought of doing something like this.  Who woulda thunk that this would be the result:

Wow.

Anyway, happy Friday!  Since Monday is a holiday, I’ll see y’all back here Tuesday morning.  Have a great Memorial Day weekend.

Karin: “What ‘cha doing?”
Me: “Just watchin’ Chowder with Tyler.”
Karin: “Awww….”

I got home from work surprisingly early yesterday.  So early in fact that I thought that I’d swing by the local gym to squeeze in a quick workout.  Bad idea.

Seems that everyone tries to fit in a quick gym session after work.  There wasn’t a parking spot in sight.  Cars were slowly trawling the lot looking for a free parking stall.  People were even parking in the lower lot reserved for a Walgreens, a pet supply store, and a funky business that sells what looks like artificial limbs and custom auto parts.  I wish I could tell you more about this particular store, but their “closed” sign is always up and the lights are always off.  If I didn’t know any better I’d think that this particular establishment was a front for some other nefarious, underhanded business we’re not meant to know about, and nor should we ask.

I wonder if gyms have a limit to the amount of memberships they’re allowed to sell, or do they continue to sell memberships even though it’s painfully evident that they simply can not accommodate everyone?

Perhaps I’m just bitter that Lost has run its course and I’m just looking for any outlet to use as an excuse to whine and moan?  Could I be in mourning for my favorite show?  Just…just ignore me for today until I get my head straight.

Hey…it’s wireless!

Note: This is a follow-up to a previous post.

With a rational fear that I might lose my eyesight due to either an injury or an infection, I went to see my doctor on Friday.  She immediately referred me to another doctor who specializes in “diseases and surgery of the eye”.  Great…that fills me with a sense of dread that I really didn’t need right about now.

So, off of the other side of town I go where, after a couple hours wait the good doctor, sporting a red bow tie and thick coke-bottle glasses, ambled into the waiting room and slowly called my name.  ”Mr. Turnip,” he said tugging at his bow tie, “please step this way.”  Motioning me though the open door he guided me down a narrow hallway and into a darkened examining room.  ”I heard that you’re experiencing light sensitivity, so I’ve turned the lights down for you.”

The doc had me sit in a chair and place my chin on rest. Various examining tools, metal masks of medieval design, were slowly placed in front of my face. Lights were shone into my eyes. The doctor let loose with a sting of hems and haws. Notes were taken. Sterilized pouches were opened and their contents laid out on a stainless steel tray in front of me.

It was then that I was told that I have a “foreign object embedded in my eye, just below the iris.” Concerned, I asked what the next step was going to be. “Well,” the doc said as he tugged at his bow tie, “we’re going to get it out.” It was then that he pulled a needle from one of the sterilized pouches, attached it to a handle of dubious design, then told me to lean back. “I’m going to place a drop of anesthesia on your eye. Please look up for me.”

Ten minutes later I’m “foreign object” free, and walking out of the doctor’s office with a prescription for an antibiotic.  I was told that it seemed a chip of paint had pierced my eye, which caused my extreme sensitivity to light and headaches.  I’m still unsure where I could have pick up this paint chip.

Let me tell you, the eye is nothing to mess around with.  I’m just glad I got to see the doctor when I did, and that he was able to squeeze me in on an emergency basis.  All is good now.  My eye is mending, and the vision is just about back to 100%.

So…how was your weekend?