Time escalates at an alarming rate as I pass through life.  I am already planning on responding to Nablopomo comments and such during lunch tomorrow so I can have the evening to clean the house before I have laser eye surgery on Tuesday.

I don’t know how I used to do the 8-5, raise a kid, help the hubby at his work, take care of the house, be a girl scout leader and remember to buy milk.  Oh that is right, I had a breakdown, duh.    Seriously, how did I once juggle everything?

My house is a pit.  My washer is broken and I have purchased a new one but I can’t figure out when I can get delivery and a plumber and me all at home at the same time.  I’m not sure if it is the stress or the dirt but I’ve started itching.

This is what I felt like when I had hives.

Seriously, I broke out in hives about a week ago” all over my body,” as Jonathan Winters used to say, and I still itch a bit.  I think it was from the detergent the laundry used because we sent out all our clothes, since the washer is broken.  But the hives could have been because of stress and anticipation of the surgery on my freaking EYES that I will have this coming Tuesday.  Anyway, I have never had hives previously, but I had hundreds and hundreds of not so little lumps and made up for all those years without them I lived on Benadryl for much of the last week.

For those of you who follow along with my wacka wacka life I was diagnosed with narrow angle glaucoma right after my brother recovered from being in hospice.  Just read my posts from September if you want to ride along on that roller coaster.  But anyway… I was totally taken by surprise when I went in to get an eye exam and a couple new pairs of glasses after I found out I didn’t have to save for a bereavement flight and the really nice doctor of  optometry said I needed to see an opthalmologist asap.  I did, and I have very little drainage from inside my eyeballs, and if my pupils dilate too much  apparently pressure could build up really quickly, damage my optic nerve, and my eyeballs could explode.  Actually I made up that last part.  But, anyway. there is a more than insignificant chance that I could experience sudden high eyeball pressure and lose some of my sight.  

Writer.  Sight.  Hmmm.   So I’m letting them drill teeny weeny holes in my irises with lasers on Tuesday.  I was disheartened when I found out I have the type of glaucoma that medicinal marijuana doesn’t really help.  I don’t smoke, but you know I came so close to actually being eligible for a legit prescription.

Just so I don’t give myself time to freak out about any of this… I’m doing NaBloPoMo.  This is day three of posting every frigging day this month.

Oh, and just in case you are wondering.  I voted early since my surgery is on Tuesday.    I’m still trying to figure out how to do the often part of the “vote early and often” phrase that I grew up with in northern Indiana (near Chicago, the home of the saying.)

So how is your November stacking up?