Okay not really at all, but work was fucking hell last night.
I couldn’t stop coughing, my nose was running, I was sneezing like a banshee (yes, banshees are frequent sneezers) I was doped up on nyquil and cough drops so my head was in a total fog and I felt (and looked) like a total zombie just walking around aimlessly trying not to forget anything and my eye was still hurting and watering and getting worse as the night went on and it was just a complete mess.
I made 74 bucks after tipout though, so that was good because I’m broke off my ass right now.
And then this morning, all hell broke loose.
I’m laying in bed still halfway dreaming and my left eye is about to burn my face off.
I open it a fifth of a centimeter and liquid fire just starts pouring out.
I call my mom and I’m like “Yo, bitch this shit keeps getting worse and my eye is about to burn a hole in my face” and she’s all “Alright drive your ass down here and we’ll go to the doctor”
So, I throw on some clothes, I open the front door and it’s like God is shining a magnifying glass right into my eye and I can’t even see so I get in my car and I have my glasses on with sunglasses on top like a vampire and I’m driving one eyed, hunched over the steering wheel like an old lady, just praying that I don’t swerve off and die.
I get to my house, we get in my mom’s car and we go to the walk-in urgent care clinic up the road from my house and I have to fill out all this paperwork and sign my name a hundred times in a million different places and then the doctor finally sees me and tells me I have an ulcer on my eye.
And I can’t even get mad at anyone else because it’s completely my fault because I don’t take my contacts out every night like I’m supposed to.
The doctor gives me a prescription for some antibiotic eye drops that I have to put in 3 times a day for seven days, and then he tells me I can’t work until next Wednesday, because nobody’s going to want to order food from a nasty fucking cyclops, which doesn’t help my no money situation AT ALL and then he hears that I’m congested so he starts asking about all that and says if that doesn’t get better soon to come back and get more meds for that but hopefully I won’t need to and yada yada yada.
So now I have to put these stupid drops in my eye and it stings like a bitch, I can’t wear my contacts until next week, and I had to throw out my old makeup because it was contaminated, so I go to CVS and I ended having a bunch of coups so I got 40 dollars worth of makeup for 20 which was awesome, but I can’t even wear any of it until this ulcer hops off my eyeball. I don’t even want to talk about my 365 and how much I’m failing at it.
Then I had to drive back down to Carolina to talk to Nick and get my shift covered tomorrow night and everyone on the road was pissing me off and didn’t know how to drive and I was just a crazy, screaming mess.
And then to top it all off, when the nurse took my vitals, she told me I was 5’5 when all this time I thought I was 5’6. And that was with my flip flops on.
I’ve been living a lie.
- still congested
- can’t stop coughing
- now my left eye is acting up again and I don’t know if it’s just a stye or if it’s pink eye (I’ve never had pink eye before?! how the hell do you know the difference?!)
- I have to go to work in two hours
- I feel like shit (and look like it too), but I really really need to make money
- Praying they don’t take one look at me and send me home (but at the same time, secretly wishing they do because this suuuuuckkks)