Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Friday, October 31, 2008
Eyes are gross and Halloweeny, right?
That is my eye!!!...or really my optic nerve.
Notice the little white spot...looks kinda fuzzy? That's Mr. Fuzzle. He's a cotton wool spot, or a nerve-fiber layer infarct. It's often a symptom of diabetes, HIV and hypertension; three things that I have been tested for and that I'm sure I don't have.I started having weird spots in my vision the other day and I paid a visit to the ophthalmologist. He did all sorts of cool tests and dilated my pupils, which I've never had done before. One of the tests showed two little blind spots in my left eye, besides the normal big-arse blind spot. Upon closer inspection, the doc noticed Mr. Fuzzle.
I need to go to another specialist (I'm kinda confused about this. I thought that the specialist was sorta an "end of the line" thing...) next Friday so they can decide if this is really weird and whether or not I should get some blood work done. I guess most healthy, young adults don't get these...though mine is an isolated one and they usually occur in bunches when some horrible disease is underlying.
Anyway, that's my addition to this crazy holiday. I'll be donning my costume in less than an hour and heading over to a friend's house to see her son's costume and her decorations. Then, it's off to volunteer at the co-op for an hour and then on to Friendly's to have sundaes with J and my friend Franky.
What are you doing tonight?
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Oh hai!

Thursday, October 9, 2008
She looks like a little lion...
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Confession
It's not that I don't love EM. I do. A lot. It's just that for a minute, I felt like EC was still alive.
It made me realize that another person's presence is a very personal thing - constructed by my own brain; neurons firing, cells communicating.
For a few seconds, there was no difference between EC's presence and absence. No difference between life and death.
And then I opened my eyes.
I'm still here, right?
In class, I had a few minutes to kill before the start of class so I turned to the girl next to me and asked, "did you read the chapter for this stuff?" She seriously didn't flinch at all...didn't look over to see if I was addressing her. She just stared straight ahead. I wrote "I think that girl just ignored me" on my notebook to make myself feel less awkward. At least the notebook listened.
What the hell is going on around here? I'm starting to think that I'm either invisible or that I look like I'm a total freak and that people are purposely ignoring me.
