Speaking about bung eyes, I've just arrived home from Melbourne where I had some monstrosity removed from my eye lid. The oculoplastic surgeon I was referred to only works in the private system and I have no insurance. To get this thing removed in theatre was going to cost me thousands which I don't have. Main reason for the theatre was she prefers patients to be sedated because, and I quote 'Its not pleasant and people don't like it' I've had to do lots of things I haven't liked in the last ten years. I reckon I'm getting pretty good at it.
So, I managed to convince her to do it in her rooms. Part of the test she put me through to see if it was going to be possible was sticking a piece of wire down my tear duct to see how I'd react. I didn't like it much. But I sat there.
I didn't like today much either. But I lay there like a good girl thinking about the $100 per minute I was saving by sucking it up. I never want to do that again.
I now have a very flattering dressing that covers half my face and a weeks wait to see what the pathology is. Life just gets better and better, does it not?
To add insult to injury I bought a black eye patch, I decided if life must keep turning to shit, you may as well be a pirate. It doesn't fit. Argh.