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I'm not entirely sure how I haven't jumped out a window yet.
Not looking in the mirror more than twice a day to put stupid meds on my eye might be the reason.
So you're now all wondering why the fuck I need eye meds.
Two words: spider bite.
Yes, a motherfucking spider bit my eyelid. It's not infected, but the venom blocked a gland, causing a stye. Normally a stye is nothing, but this one is like on 'roids or something.

Here's a picture (link to my LJ) [link]

So I went to the eye doctor. He told me it was a spider bite, and I needed my eyelid lanced open and drained.
I freaked out.
I had an appointment an hour and a half later with another eye doctor for the surgery.
I waited an hour and a fucking half in the office feeling soooo sick cause I'd hardly eaten or slept.
I cried the entire time and curled up against my mom.
So I finally see the doctor. He said it wasn't a spider bite, and that I only had a 50/50 chance of needing surgery.
He gives me this ointment to rub on my eye.
It's helped with the swelling and pain.
My eye is still wicked red,and there's a massive bump on the eye lid, so my eye is still half-swollen shut.
To make my life suck more my mom talked to my first eye doctor again, who apparently talked to the doctor he sent me to. He was ripshit cause the first doctor lied to me and told me it wasn't a spider bite when it was. Apparently he just was trying to get me to stop crying. It's not like I was fucking bawling or anything...He also most likely lied about the 50/50 thing. I will almost without a doubt need minor eye surgery. And he said something about scarring on the inside of my eyelid...AM I GONNA FUCKING FEEL THAT?! I'd rather he cut the outside of my eyelid if he's gonna. I can cover that scar with make up, cause I wear eye shadow like daily.

In less traumatizing news Gerry is gone until Saturday or Sunday.
Sean came over today, and like the sweetheart he is he helped me clean my room, which was a DISASTER
Dave and I discussed how he's going to randomly break into my house time to time via my window just so we can hang out XD
While my boys fail at emotional support they at least make up in it in other ways.
Eh what more can I expect by creatures packed full of testosterone and primal instincts?

~ZEL OUT~