Fucking Eye I went to my retina doctor on Tuesday and found out that there are two small drops of blood in my right eye. Fuck. If my vision hadn't dropped, he would have said let's just watch that and see what happens. But my vision did of course drop so I get zapped again on Friday, April 9th. Double Fuck. Apparently, it looks as though there is a new appendage growing on the vessel, threatening to become ginormous like the previous one. Again, we don't know why. There seems to be no logical reason other than because I am Beth and this is my life. The doctor doesn't know why it happened at all. Doesn't know why one eye responded beautifully, albeit abnormally fast, to the treatment while the other has not. Still no idea why the problem spread to the right eye in the first place. But no worries. Well, there is one worry. One treatment costs more than I made last year. That's right. I had to submit my taxes to the Visudyne people in hopes that I will get the $1500 medication for free. That's the stuff that is pumped into me via IV for 15 minutes prior to the actual treatment. $100 a minutes. I have no health insurance at present. Looks like I'll be selling my favors door to door. I'm too cute to stand on the corner. I'm just gonna start knocking on doors of men who want to party. Sounds lucrative, don't ya think? The Picasso effect has returned although it is not as bad as it was with my left eye. Now everyone just looks like cone-headed Droopy Dogs. The right eye of everyone I look at - real people in front of me, television actors, pictures - droops downward while the top of their heads look elongated and pointy. As if everything on the right side from the forehead down was melting, and everything from the forehead up was being stretched. It's a strange feeling. I just had to look away from people occasionally at work today because it was like I was staring into the face of monsters. And all the monsters had urgent business with me, of course, and had to get as close to me as possible to discuss it. posted by Beth 10:31 PM . . . Monday, March 29, 2004 Go Nuts! When I worked at JPD & Associates, I was a Hagerstown Fighting Squirrel. GO NUTS! That was our cheer. Luckily, as I was not a sales representative, I never had to use the cheer in public. Anyhoo, let me tell you about the crazy squirrels in my backyard. Every year the little (although cute and fuzzy) bastards mess up my flowers. They dig up the flower bulbs when they are burying their nuts, and sometimes they just take the bulbs with them, thinking they are nuts I suppose. One year they transplanted a whole clump of Daffodils to the middle of my yard. This year, they stole a miniature rose bush, but brought me a large clump of crocus. Purple crocus. They are very pretty and they did a good job of planting them next to the fence. Still, I'd love to know where my little rose bush went. All that is left is a hole, some potting soil, and a few thorn covered twigs. I guess I'll have to wait until they bloom to figure out which one they took. There were three: a red one, a white one, and a salmon colored one. I think they may have taken the red one. posted by Beth 10:00 PM . . .
Go Nuts! When I worked at JPD & Associates, I was a Hagerstown Fighting Squirrel. GO NUTS! That was our cheer. Luckily, as I was not a sales representative, I never had to use the cheer in public. Anyhoo, let me tell you about the crazy squirrels in my backyard. Every year the little (although cute and fuzzy) bastards mess up my flowers. They dig up the flower bulbs when they are burying their nuts, and sometimes they just take the bulbs with them, thinking they are nuts I suppose. One year they transplanted a whole clump of Daffodils to the middle of my yard. This year, they stole a miniature rose bush, but brought me a large clump of crocus. Purple crocus. They are very pretty and they did a good job of planting them next to the fence. Still, I'd love to know where my little rose bush went. All that is left is a hole, some potting soil, and a few thorn covered twigs. I guess I'll have to wait until they bloom to figure out which one they took. There were three: a red one, a white one, and a salmon colored one. I think they may have taken the red one. posted by Beth 10:00 PM . . .
