right behind the eye
Dec. 20th, 2019 03:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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I got one of them headaches where it’s behind your eye, and I’m writing it down because I always forget about stuff like this until it recurs and then I’m like “wait didn’t I… I don’t remember” so.
This started yesterday afternoon with my left eye feeling really dry, like I needed eyedrops, but I don’t have any so I didn’t do anything about it, and just kept the eye closed a bunch, but over the course of the evening it got worse and by dinner it was like, my whole head, on that side, and the bathroom lights while I brushed my teeth were torture. I slept fine but this morning it just hurts behind my eye. I’ve finally take some ibuprofen but I’m not super hopeful. It’s just weird that it felt like it was dry eye to begin with, and then morphed into whatever this was!!
It’s not too bad, I just really wish Bill had brought in that lamp like he said he was gonna so we could turn off the overhead lights. I brought in two lamps and that’s not enough for the whole room. The overhead fluorescents normally don’t bother me but today they’re sort of like death. Ugh.
Bummer!
Also today’s the day where we’re going to start getting messages to explain how we’ve ruined Christmas. I think we should keep a tally of how many Christmases we ruin each year. Downstairs they’ve been getting them all along– our main printing guy actually got into an altercation with a customer, and then one of my former coworkers, the one who used to torment me at the old store (one of several, but this one was actually insane, like heavily-medicated and occasionally institutionalized, which i say not as like, a knock against her, but as an explanation that when i’m like oh she was nuts i really mean, no, she was, she’d sometimes get convinced various of us had done things we hadn’t and so on, and mostly she tried to keep her shit under control but sometimes she did not, and so she hurt me quite a bit over a period of time)– well, she was visiting the store to buy her Christmas cards here, and she dove right in, and then came upstairs and i realized I’m still sort of traumatized about the shit she used to do, so that was fun! I sat at my desk like a pinned insect and smiled blankly and didn’t quite look at her and was Extremely Awkward, and thought about how funny it was that she was involved in a customer altercation here, when that was her specialty at the old store. (She no longer works for the company and I assume has herself better-managed, since she’s got three little kids now and by all accounts they’re doing fine. I’m glad, just. Do that over there and we’ll keep our lives heavily separate. That is Fine.)
Man oh man this ibuprofen could start working any minute and that’d be keen. I have low hopes though.
I got one of them headaches where it’s behind your eye, and I’m writing it down because I always forget about stuff like this until it recurs and then I’m like “wait didn’t I… I don’t remember” so.
This started yesterday afternoon with my left eye feeling really dry, like I needed eyedrops, but I don’t have any so I didn’t do anything about it, and just kept the eye closed a bunch, but over the course of the evening it got worse and by dinner it was like, my whole head, on that side, and the bathroom lights while I brushed my teeth were torture. I slept fine but this morning it just hurts behind my eye. I’ve finally take some ibuprofen but I’m not super hopeful. It’s just weird that it felt like it was dry eye to begin with, and then morphed into whatever this was!!
It’s not too bad, I just really wish Bill had brought in that lamp like he said he was gonna so we could turn off the overhead lights. I brought in two lamps and that’s not enough for the whole room. The overhead fluorescents normally don’t bother me but today they’re sort of like death. Ugh.
Bummer!
Also today’s the day where we’re going to start getting messages to explain how we’ve ruined Christmas. I think we should keep a tally of how many Christmases we ruin each year. Downstairs they’ve been getting them all along– our main printing guy actually got into an altercation with a customer, and then one of my former coworkers, the one who used to torment me at the old store (one of several, but this one was actually insane, like heavily-medicated and occasionally institutionalized, which i say not as like, a knock against her, but as an explanation that when i’m like oh she was nuts i really mean, no, she was, she’d sometimes get convinced various of us had done things we hadn’t and so on, and mostly she tried to keep her shit under control but sometimes she did not, and so she hurt me quite a bit over a period of time)– well, she was visiting the store to buy her Christmas cards here, and she dove right in, and then came upstairs and i realized I’m still sort of traumatized about the shit she used to do, so that was fun! I sat at my desk like a pinned insect and smiled blankly and didn’t quite look at her and was Extremely Awkward, and thought about how funny it was that she was involved in a customer altercation here, when that was her specialty at the old store. (She no longer works for the company and I assume has herself better-managed, since she’s got three little kids now and by all accounts they’re doing fine. I’m glad, just. Do that over there and we’ll keep our lives heavily separate. That is Fine.)
Man oh man this ibuprofen could start working any minute and that’d be keen. I have low hopes though.
