Seriously?! Has it come down to this!
I couldn’t help but laugh in the clinic. LOOOOOOOOOOOOL.
So now I am on antibiotics because my eye lashes are STILL infected. After all the other gels that I had to poke my eyes with and rub like there’s no tomorrow.
As soon as the doc told me “don’t take it with milk and don’t expose yourself to sunlight” I knew I had to read the small incomprehensible “instructions manual” that comes along with the box.
Though it is FDA approved, it’s quite hilarious (in a bad way) when you have the indications occupy a small portion while the side effects and contradictions span a whole page.
So I picked out in summary ones which – given the circumstances of my unorthodox existence – are most likely to happen:
- hypertention, vomiting, temporary visual disorder
- rahes and “phototoxic” skin reactions (am already itchy)
- toxic blood granulations, hepatitis and liver impairment
- renal dysfunction and “nephrotoxic damage”
- half a page worth of allergies all involving mucus
- hearing disorders and thyroid discoloring
- a huge collection of things ending with “ias”
- transient myopia (but wait, I just had lasik!)
On the bright side of things (loool) it would hopefully destroy my eye lash infection (that’s the least of my worries given the above list) and help prevent stuff like malaria and syphilis and a long list of bacteria I am sure I would only find in the Encyclopedia of Vaccine-Eradicated Micro-organisms.
I might as well just dip my head in Clorox for a few minutes and get this and other potential diseases off my face!
I think I am going to be an amazing dad!
Peter is usually out of his little and modest hut roughly 4 days in a week (though I do put him back temporarily for feeding and soaking). But what slipped my mind is that our house is a bit cold in winter and the poor chap has nothing but his organic shell to protect him (trivia: did you know that the shell is actually alive? It’s not just a plate!)
When I picked him up yesterday, his nose was bubbling with mucus! The poor thing was cold as ice. I took a napkin and wiped his nose and placed him under the heat lamp. He started sneezing – which is actually a pretty funny sight. When Peter sneezing he makes a small “hapissss” sound and all his limbs and head go inside the shell from the force LOL! Then he goes back out again for an encore hehehehe.
For the first time ever, he finally let me feed him myself. I took a piece of cucumber, put a tiny bit of mint (which he didn’t like so I removed it) and fed him. He seemed so happy! LOL. I have done lots of research on tortoises (mine is the Mediterranean one) so I have a strict diet for him and he takes his vitamins and calcium, but I still haven’t gotten the UV lamp. I probably should put him out for a walk on the sunny balcony when it gets a bit warmer.
I decided not to give him a warm bath because it was particularly cold yesterday and I didn’t think the heat lamp would be sufficient to warm him when he is soaked.
It’s funny how I refer to Peter as a he when in fact Peter is a she.
You should see how he wipes his face with his little claws loool! And how he removes the mucus when I am not around my dipping his head in the water and blowing hahahahahha.
I need a marridge :(
PS: In the light of the post’s topic, add is a poll on the right!
We all started somewhere, in a dark lonesome and dreary world in the blogosphere.
We watched as our daily posts went without comments, without appreciation.
Then, one day, a COMMENT!
You start to make friends, you visit more blogs, you socialize, and suddenly your best friends become digitized and your regular friends are not as up to date with your ever-evolving thinking.
But we all forget about our first post, our first brave attempt onto the world.
So I say, repost your first post or link to it!
My first post pretty much defines what my blog is about, and is aptly entitled Total Absurdity I
A while ago I was out with friend and fellow blogger moryarti discussing general stuff when we touched upon my newest developments on my slightly troubled psyche.
I was asking him for some advice on the job front when he mentioned that I should not communicate the notion that I underestimate my own capabilities or undermine my skills etc.
To which I replied that I “sort of don’t think much of myself”.
While he retained his silence (as I am sure he understood I am stressed and probably didn’t mean it), I became quite angry with myself.
You see, it has been in the back of my head for such a long time, slowly brewing up lots of negative energy. And by lots I mean LOTS. So much in fact that while I acknowledge what I have, I don’t genuinely appreciate it, or at least when I do, I think that I deserve even less.
It was such a slap across my face to actually hear my own thoughts.
Having not written my thoughts since last year I haven’t been in touch with myself to be aware of my 802874986 different egos in me lol.
So right now I am angry, at myself that is. But I know I am quite the creative person (see, that’s a good start – give myself some credit!) I shall use this anger constructively to my aid.
In some odd fashion, I hope I stay angry at myself long enough to take enough action.
I told you I’m crazy :D It’s a good thing though.
Ah, look at the related posts. LOL! I should start following my own advice.
The person whose name we shall not utter (except in the title so people know what I am talking about) is planning to write a book (check last paragraph).
Not to mention to open a presidential library where he would defend the policies of his presidency.
My two cents:
- - him writing the book is such a feat it would take millenia, assuming the English is coherent and grammatically correct (ie written by anyone in 5th grade)
- - if the book does hit the shelves, it would not be purchased.
- - in the rare case of purchase it would be used as burning material when other sources of flammables have been exhausted
- - his library is not to be visited by people with common sense
- - anyone in his library should be confiscated and exported to the Sun.