PuddleMonkey

I am as messy as messy gets . . . for someone my age, anyway. I had a bout with “pink eye” last week that I thought cleared up. I had a half-full bottle of antibiotic eye drops–still good– from the last round I had with this nasty little problem, so I thought I might get lucky and avoid a trip to the doctor’s office. My eye cleared up right away, but today I find that it’s red again, and I have a nice film covering it, which is causing me slightly blury vision.

Last Friday, one of my caps came off. Happened while I was eating, of course, so I ended up biting down on the crown and chipping my tooth in the process. At least I chipped an already dead tooth, I hope. So tomorrow I’m off to the dentist, who is getting really tired of seeing me, I’m sure.

The other problem is my feet. I have a rough time finding shoes that fit well, and I’ve managed many times in the past to give myself a nice set of blisters, but this by far has to be the worst pain–foot pain, that is–I have ever endured. I have open sores on the bottom of my feet that are nasty and gooey, and I can’t put any pressure on my heels. I guess at this point I should make every effort to keep my feet dry, although I keep slathering a little bit of neosporin with pain relief in the holes in my heels. Does a nice job, I must say. I woke up in the middle of the night last night and my poor tootsies were just throbbing–no way I would be able to get back to sleep until pain relief kicked in, so I took some Aleve. Today, I’ve only needed the neosporin.

I must have been quite a sight today, tipping around on my toes from one end of the office to the other. I tried as best I could to just stay seated at my desk, but I had so many damn things to print. I am praying that by tomorrow I will be able to walk a little more like a normal person instead of like a freaking puppet on the prowl. But obviously I’ve done something horrible because God clearly hates me. It could be worse, though. I could be fat, ugly and married to a Wookiee.