May 9th, 2005

I Will Not Defame New Orleans.

Fuck Me Gently With A Chainsaw.

"You poor thing...I looked at a website about shingles and it said that if you have any bumps near your eyes, you gotta stay on that - it could cause blindness in addition to your other miseries.

Let me know if you want me to pick up groceries or anything for you, and please keep us posted on your progress as you can."
[as written to me by marrus, along with a really heartwarming amount of other well-wishes. You know who you are.

Ordinarily I try to eschew talking about such drab, mundane matters as illnesses. Nobody wants to read about it. Lawsy knows I certainly don't. I've just never had anything like this happen before.

Went to Ben's doctor this morning. He charged me about $200 to tell me what my neighbor told me yesterday fo' free. I feel like I got my money's worth with that phat scrip of a buttload of Percoset though. It's actually dulling the acute, throbbing of my eyeballs and brain, if you can believe it. Two days of ceaseless on-the-verge-of-screaming pain makes any relative decrescendo of agony an immense relief.

Dr. Doktor was concerned about my poor, fucked up eyeball, and sent me to an opthamologist, which is my idea of a perfect nightmare. (Major eyeball phobia, me.)

That doctor was rather concerned with what he saw, but said he thought it wasn't too late to get out of this with no permanent damage. He prescribed me some icky eyegoo that Ben's biking down to Walbaum's to pick up for me, bless.

Acycolvin, Percoset and Anti-Bacterial Eyegoo #5 is what I'm living on now.

Haven't eaten in two days. Even typing that word "eat" makes my stomach churn with mouth-watering nausea.

Worst news today: This is going to last many months. The pain will give way to itching and the shit's just not going away for a while.

I have trips planned that I'm going to have to cancel. Lots of work will be missed. I can't even sit down and read a book because it hurts my eyes to concentrate on print.

THIS SUCKS DONKEY ASS!