My Hair Smells like Hospital

On Monday I noticed FOR SURE there was something amiss with my left eye. I did the whole “camera 1, camera 2” and noticed my camera 1 was not doing it right. I called my doctors office, explained the blurry patch i was experiencing, and was immediately put in to see Urgent Care. That doc couldn’t see anything wrong with my eye, and suggested I see my optomatrist. So back to work I went and got in to see Dr. Larson at 3:45.


He did the eye test with the lenses on my right eye “is number 1 sharper, or is number 2” and i was all “number 1...noo..maybe number 2.. can i see 1 again? Ok for sure 1!” and on it went (he also told me I was using a perscription in my *new* glasses from 2004! That explains sooo many things..). Then he switches to the lenses for the left eye “which looks clearer.. 1 ...... or 2...?”, “ do i tell you when i can read it, or when i think something might be up there?”. He was all wtf? And i explained the fuzziness so he said just tell me when you can read it. Im sure he gave up when the lens was the thickness of a coke bottle, and decided to dialite my left pupil. He put the drops in, checked out my eye, and left the room. He returned with a nurse and said emerg at the hospital is expecting me and to make my way over there right now. “I didn’t expect my eye appointment to end up in emergency..” “I know you didn’t brenna, but i can officially say you are a mystery”. To which i smiled broadly and said “ok!”

5 hours later im getting checked out by a nurse who checks my eyes 3x. I told her if it helps at all, dr, larson couldn’t see anything wrong with it either. She asked if he put any drops in, i said yes, my left eye. “THANK GOD bc your pupil is huuuuuuge!” “lol I didn’t do that one myself!”.

After the resident took a few looks (5) and went back to talk to the surgeon, he said it could be something that is common in “fertile women aged 25-40. It lasts 3 weeks and kinda creeps up, gets really bad, then creeps away and lasts about 3 weeks” (i’ve had suitors like that). I’ve got an appointment back at the emerg tomorrow with the opthamologist and thankfully tonight, i avoided the catscan.

When i was leaving, i knew there was no way I’d find the way out to my car (somehow I ended up entering the hospital from the basment...) and as I asked the resident where the parkinglot was, another hospital worker said he’d help me find my car. As we walked from parkinglot to parkinglot “does this look familiar? Not really.. oknext one!”, finally we found it! I asked if i coudl shake his hand bc “with this wonky eye I would have been here till midnight!”

... this guy ended up taking his sweater off to reveal he was wearing nothing underneath. I’m sure it only made my eyesight worse *cringe*

Rikki-Tikki-TACKY

Dex got some honks and whistles on our walk yesterday! I’d like to say the attention didn’t go straight to his head, but he did get a little bumptious the rest of the night. I can’t blame him since he was jumping puddles like a show pony.


He loves his walks, and tends to get all up in my grill by the time 6:00 rolls around and he hasn’t pee’d on every blade of grass within 5kms (you know its true). I love taking him for walks, but dread bathing him awkwardly in the kitchen sink (it’s a split sink and while he can fit, he refuses to have feet in one, arms in the other; he prefers to squeeze his bad self into one and then act really really uncomfy). But, for the walks, I am prepared to do it, even every day after work until the sidewalks dry up and get swept clean.

However, in the mornings I don’t want to do it. There is a patch of land right off the back steps that has no grass on it anymore. This needs to be fixed most importantly because of how unsafe it proved itself to be (Moms a-ok and the Irish really do have strong heads), but moreover, because it turns 5 minutes of Dex time into a 20 minute bath in the sink to get that mud off, and then wash down the floors.

I searched my brain and my basement for something to temporarily solve the dilemma, a gentleman’s jacket to be thrown over the muddy puddle for Dex perhaps. Short of this, I had nothing that was appropriate for Outside but I DID have an inappropriate extra bathmat! voila!
Now I’m just a lopsided shed and a lone tire away from a whole other world

Clothing, not Singles

My original hate on for Kijiji is still alive and well thanks to the latest reply that was interested in the posting, wanted to “pick them up tomorrow”, then haggled me down to a price I’m embarrassed I accepted. But now we’re on day 3 and as many requests for my phone number. Sorry “chugz@*, you’re not getting my number, im pretty sure I got yours.

I told Hawthorne the majority of replies I get on Kijiji never amount to transactions (except the initial 3, those were awesome), but only requests for my number, or “what school do you go to?”, or “Do you want to meet for a drink and I’ll pick it up then?” wtfm? She says “why don’t you Google... hang on... ok, when you Google your email name, look what comes up, maybe that’s what they’re doing”. My blog comes up (I only have 7 people that follow this, which doesn't mean they read it, and 2 of them are Hawthorne) but my number of views was pretty high. Abnormally high for 7 people, unless you guys are checking back to see if I got off my ass to post anything, in which case... awwww, thanks! And sorry: s

I don’t know if she’s on to anything, or if Kijiji repliers are just odd as a rule.  I’m a wicked detective myself and can find out some obscure things about you if I want to, but that’s only if I have a personal interest. By posting my threads.. am I really advertising myself? Surely this is just bizarre coincidence. I’m advertising menswear! .
perhaps there really is a subculture to Kijiji ‘mens clothing’ category that I shouldn’t even know about, let alone be questioning :s