Karen and Erik

I don’t want to blog about what has happened in the past two weeks.

I don’t want to blog about my mom getting sick, contracting MRSA, and needing a large chunk of her abdomen wall sliced out.

I don’t want to blog about how she is staying with us while she recovers, and that I am fixing her house while she is here.

I don’t want to blog about the cat we had to put to sleep (it’s not Fred).

I don’t want to blog about… stuff I am not comfortable sharing online.

I don’t want to blog about how a wonderful person I knew and worked with for 6 years just unexpectedly passed away two days ago from a heart attack (she was my age).

I don’t want to blog about being stressed.

I don’t want to blog about how I am so behind in 24 updates that it’s not even funny.

What I DO want to blog about is that today, I met an eye doctor who likes to kill dreams.

Long story short, I got some dirt in my eye yesterday that scratched it all to heck. I’m wearing my glasses that have an outdated prescription, and I can’t see shit. This morning, I get an early appointment with an eye doctor - not my usual one, but someone at the same practice.

He confirms that my eye is scratched, and gives me some antibiotic drops. I ask him, “will I need an eyepatch?”

Please, oh please, let me have an eye patch.

“No, no need for an eye patch.”

“Can I have one anyway?”

“No.”

Dude.

I’ve been unemployed for over four months. And without therapy for over four months. Additionally, I am spending every spare once of time taking care of someone or something and it is exhausting me. Now I have a big ol’ divot in my eyeball and I am TRYING to find the silver lining by thinking about how I could have fun pretending to be a pirate with my eye patch. If there was EVER a time that I needed some levity, it is NOW, DAMNIT.

(This is exactly what I said to him… a complete stranger.)

“Well, I’m afraid those eye patches are for those who really need them.”

He wrote me a prescription, gave me a brochure for “What You Need To Know About LASIK!” since I am blind as a bat, and sent me home.

Pirate bigotry… it’s alive and well in Charlotte, NC.

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