A double take of unspeakable horror

Day 12 of Singlehood.  Weather: rainy.  Mood: stressed.

Here is how my day was supposed to go down:

9:00 – grocery shopping for epic cooking/bakery action
10:00 – 11:30 – baking tart crust and cookies
12:00 – 14:00 – hanging out with some friends (who live about 40 min. away)
14:30 – 16:00 – climbing at the gym
16:30-17:30 – finish tarts and prep pudding
18:00 – go to Mr. Australia’s house for what is sure to be a wonderful dinner with his BEAUTIFUL and very huggy daughter (I met her last night, and you could say she’s a real gem)

Busy, but fun.  So far, here is my progress:

8:00 – wake up and discover I cannot open my eyes
8:05 – stumble to the bathroom and desperately claw at the gunk that is gluing my eyelashes together
8:07 – get a little smarter about it, realize pulling my eyelashes out is not the correct idea, and manage to wipe it off with scalding water
8:08 – see my own eyes in the mirror and fall backwards in disgust at their redness and swollen-ness
8:09 – realize that maybe, just maybe, both my eyes have been contaminated in one fell swoop by Pink Eye.

This has to be some kind of grand cosmic joke, right??  I finally get the rack of love to ease up a little bit and then BOOM, HAHA, FOOLED YOU MISS ANTHROPY, NOW YOU’RE A HORRIBLE HOSE MONSTER WHO WILL NEVER BE LOOKED AT TWICE, UNLESS IT IS A DOUBLE TAKE OF UNSPEAKABLE HORRORRRRRRR!!!!  Or something to that effect.  Seriously though, I am a little more than a little bummed out.

So now it’s about a quarter past 9, and I’m sitting in the examination room at Urgent Care, waiting for this problem to go away.  At this point, I’m not even sure if I’m going to be allowed to be around other people, especially kids (which would neatly obliterate my plans for this evening).  This is probably the first time in my life that I’ve ever voluntarily rushed off to the doctor’s as quickly as I possibly could, but I reeeaaallllly want to be able to do everything on my list today!  And I’m not even going to THINK about tomorrow’s Super Bowl Party/what I will do if I can’t go to Gym Buddy’s Super Bowl Party…

Anyway, this is kind of an impromptu blog, but I needed to vent.  Expect more blogs later in the day as things (good or bad) happen.  Signing off now to get prodded in the eyeballs for a bit, but it’s okay because this might be the closest thing to human contact I get for a few days.

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