Tidbits...or bits of tid
I woke up Monday morning with my left eye irritated. By the time I got to work I was nearly in tears. Felt like I had a couple (thousand) tacks in the lid scratching my eye. A nurse at work gave me some eye drops and it would make if feel cold for a few minutes, giving me some relief. Monday night I tied an ace bandage around the left side of my face with some tissues tucked underneath to keep the eye closed...yeah, that was a great nights sleep. Tuesday I went to see an eye doctor on my lunch hour. First, I hate having my eyes touched. Just, ewwww. They did all the stuff like taking pictures and blowing air into my eyes and I'd glady have hit them if that had been acceptable behavior, cause y'all know I'm nothing if not acceptable. Stop laughing. Then he put some dye in it and rolled my eye lid up on what looked like a qtip. I was complaining and whining...I really don't like my eyes being touched. He told me that little kids do this all the time without complaining and I reminded him of the location of my foot in relation to where he was sitting...directly in front of me. He laughed, he thought I was kidding. Turns out I had chemical burns in my eye from coloring Charlie's hair again this past Saturday. *I hadn't liked the yellow and paid the kid $10 to let me color it again* I don't remember getting it in my eyes (turns out I had it in the right eye, too, but hadn't noticed it because of how bad it'd been in the left eye) but what was worse than the eye pain was paying $95 for a tiny little bottle of eye drops. On the up side, it's only one day later and it's already so much better!
I don't understand why some people have to put down others to make themselves feel better. I was in Wal-mart after my ortho appointment for my knee yesterday (yup, two doctors and two pharmacys in one day) and it was a little packed, lot's of people after work and all, but there was a large man in one of Wal-marts motorized chairs with two items in his little basket who was rude from the get go with one of the pharmacy clerks. She was asian, and made a mistake in bringing him what he'd asked for...the wrong size of needles. He lit into her, telling her if she couldn't understand english she shouldn't be working in this country. He said, loudly, "I don't know why I went to fight in a war if you people were going to end up over here". This little girl was in tears. I smiled and told her I was so sorry, but it didn't stop him. He continued to insult and bully her. Seriously, I just don't get people. There was a hint of applause in the air when he drove off in his chair.