Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Contacts, eyeballs and swearing OH MY!

I'll go openly and honestly.
Last night I was exhausted and in serious pain (a dangerous cocktail of period pain and sciatica) and it took me 1/2 an hour to get my stupid contact lense out!!! To the point where I was wondering if I could just leave the bloody thing in there forever.  Plus we had the fan on cos it's super hot in Australia at the moment and the wind kept hurting my sensitive eye. Finally got it out but word to the wise, don't touch your eyeball when you're angry. No good can come of it...I have the red eyeball to prove it.
PinkLizzy Sews

2 comments:

Marinka said...

That sounds awful. Is there anyone that we can blame for this? Because you just say the word, and the accusations will start flying!

PinkLizzy said...

I choose to blame my sister for deciding to get married. If it weren't for her getting married, I wouldn't have been asked to be a bridesmaid. If it wasn't for being asked to be a bridemaid I wouldn't be trying out contact lenses. If it wasn't for the contacts I wouldn't be stabbing at my eyeball. So you see, the blame lies entirely on my sisters shoulders. She owes me one. I'm only doing it for her afterall.