Week in Brief

Sorry for the hiatus. It was something I can no longer help. I have been idle all weekend. Not by choice of course.

My eyes—to put it mildly, they are scratched. The corneas are no longer what they use to be.
NO, it’s not due to contact lenses—this is very unfair. For all the vain pot girls in the world who wear them everyday, for 10 hours straight just to look like they came out from some advertisement, NO, I am not in that number. I don’t even wear contacts more than 5 times a month. For days I need to see further than what I require.
I don’t heap lots of stupid makeup onto my eye area causing dubious powder and shimmers to fall into them. I did absolutely nothing. I don’t rub my eyes because the rubbing induces wrinkles.

So much for being good.

By some mysterious chance, I awoke one day to view the world through scratched lenses. My view is foggy, I can no longer read the newspapers (words are too small); anything that emits light is a no-no (think TV, computer, handphone).
Been in and out of hospitals (the last visit being the wee hours of Saturday morning).

No medication was given to me. Only eye drops. And it’s up to my corneas to heal by themselves. I just wonder how long it will take. As I type out this entry, all the words are just a blur to me and I am wearing my aviator shades while looking at the screen. SUCKS! And the pain from the scratches? Like just say, think of the intermittent menstrual cramps on your eyes. Yea.

Am I afraid? Of course. Imagine not being able to see for the rest of my life. But I am not exactly bawling my eyes out—since I am the rational sort of person (the more you cry, the faster you go blind).
So there you have it. I am NOT attending any birthday celebrations nor weddings for the time being. You may mistake my tears for being extremely touched by the love the couple share but heck NO. It’s just my eyes and the pain’s killing me.

In the meantime, I am just unhappy. Not being able to read anything is beyond torture for me. And I sleep 20 hours of my life away daily. (What’s a girl to do when she closes her eyes that long?)