I wish I could adopt fellow blogger Carmel Josephine's cheery approach to dealing with adversity:
"Today I choose to see the doughnut, not the hole."But I'm not that strong a woman. (Carmel, that is friggin' brilliant.)
Remember in Pee Wee's Big Adventure when Pee Wee lost his bike and suddenly everyone on earth had a bike but him? That's how I feel. The other day I was watching the Starbuck's barista take my order and I'm thinking, Yeah, you just go ahead and blink... that's it... keep blinking right in front of me, you blinking bastard.
Sunday morning was a real drag; I couldn't get my eye to stop tearing. Mike and I were having brunch at Crepe Expectations, my favorite breakfast spot, and we were sitting right next to this other couple when The Monkee's "Daydream Believer" came on. My eye's running like hell, and as I dab a tissue at my eye, I say to Mike, "I still can't believe Davy Jones is dead." The guy gives me a look like, Wow, really? Still crying over Davy Jones' death?
Did you know George Clooney had Bell's Palsy when he was in middle school? Kids can get it, too--oh, how it must suck for them. Thank God I have it and not Connor or one of Mike's kids.
Speaking of celebrities... I swear to God, when I was reading People magazine in the doctor's office last week, I saw a photo of Stephen Tyler and all I could think was...
... God bless her, but Carly Simon is NOT aging well.
Anyway, I've been reading that the eye is the last thing that gets back to normal, and thankfully, I have seen a bit a progress with my mouth, so that's good. And I still haven't hit the 2-week mark yet, and really, most of what I read says it takes more like 3 weeks. Remember when I said I won't be posting about this all the time? Yeah, not yet.
In the meantime, I'm still taping my eye at night and am lying low, trying to be good to myself. Like last night I had two bowls of ice cream for dinner and two beers for dessert. Hey, this isn't going to last forever.