Looking at life from an alien perspective?

No, not really, but I wanted the subject to match my fuzzy Alf icon.

Well, my eye is still bothering me. Yes, I know. No kidding. It feels as if there is a patch of sandpaper wedged behind the eyeball and I get a twitch that just gets me all discombobulated when I'm trying to sleep. So, of course, my sleep is compromised. Had hoped for 7 hours, got only 4. So I got out of bed and called the Arthritis Clinic and reconfirmed my appointment (third week in April).

Then I finally decided to take away some of the major and severely depressing old-lady look by refreshing my hair colour. It was more than time, as I've felt older than dirt since the operation. So, definitely yay. I can haz pretty light copper blonde hair (a little lighter than Mr. Alf's coat). I also trimmed my bangs. Okay, hacked. But at least they're not in my eyes any more.

I was very pleased to receive a phone call from one of my longtime church friends who doesn't come into the city often. When I told him about my eye problems, he told me about his ... and, once again, I received yet another acknowledgment of the fact that I probably have the finest eye surgeon in Canada. The call was a most pleasant diversion and also made it clear to me that sometimes you don't know what you may have in common with somebody you thought you knew very well.

Afterwards, I tried to catch up on my lost sleep but my eye was so not co-operating. Then, interruptions. John knocking on my door to give me tokens I'd asked him to buy; M calling to ask how I was. Um, trying to sleep, hon. Well, I did get some sleep, but it was not good quality. Le sigh. M called again and we were on the phone for over an hour. It's M's birthday on Monday, but as we are going up to the stables, I suggested we have a semi-celebration on Sunday. M provides the Bloody Mary supply and I'll bring in Swiss Chalet. And we'll just hang. It'll still be a while before we can go out for our extremely delayed Valentine's Day dinner. I can haz face back by May, plz?

Anyway, time to go. I'm not looking forward to the goopy eye ultrasounds tomorrow afternoon. Oh, well, more for me to write about.

Distinctly alien-feeling hugs,
H.

Looking at life from an alien perspective?

No, not really, but I wanted the subject to match my fuzzy Alf icon.

Well, my eye is still bothering me. Yes, I know. No kidding. It feels as if there is a patch of sandpaper wedged behind the eyeball and I get a twitch that just gets me all discombobulated when I'm trying to sleep. So, of course, my sleep is compromised. Had hoped for 7 hours, got only 4. So I got out of bed and called the Arthritis Clinic and reconfirmed my appointment (third week in April).

Then I finally decided to take away some of the major and severely depressing old-lady look by refreshing my hair colour. It was more than time, as I've felt older than dirt since the operation. So, definitely yay. I can haz pretty light copper blonde hair (a little lighter than Mr. Alf's coat). I also trimmed my bangs. Okay, hacked. But at least they're not in my eyes any more.

I was very pleased to receive a phone call from one of my longtime church friends who doesn't come into the city often. When I told him about my eye problems, he told me about his ... and, once again, I received yet another acknowledgment of the fact that I probably have the finest eye surgeon in Canada. The call was a most pleasant diversion and also made it clear to me that sometimes you don't know what you may have in common with somebody you thought you knew very well.

Afterwards, I tried to catch up on my lost sleep but my eye was so not co-operating. Then, interruptions. John knocking on my door to give me tokens I'd asked him to buy; M calling to ask how I was. Um, trying to sleep, hon. Well, I did get some sleep, but it was not good quality. Le sigh. M called again and we were on the phone for over an hour. It's M's birthday on Monday, but as we are going up to the stables, I suggested we have a semi-celebration on Sunday. M provides the Bloody Mary supply and I'll bring in Swiss Chalet. And we'll just hang. It'll still be a while before we can go out for our extremely delayed Valentine's Day dinner. I can haz face back by May, plz?

Anyway, time to go. I'm not looking forward to the goopy eye ultrasounds tomorrow afternoon. Oh, well, more for me to write about.

Distinctly alien-feeling hugs,
H.