the offWhites

So, if you’re reading both our columns of bloggyness here, you know Seth got pink eye (they call it red eye here).  Suprise! I got it too.  I think the automatic, unquestioned tranmission of illness from one of us to the other is surely one of the less wonderful things about being married.  My eyes are super gross.  I came down with it on saturday, the day the super typhoon hit (”How was your typhoon?” “Super!”), so no doctor visit then.  That meant I couldn’t get to the doctor until Monday night after class, aroud 9pm.  So, about 3 days of untreated pink eye.  Yummy.  My eyes are a lot less pink to the casual observer now, but if I lift my right eyelid, it’s completely red.  Like I got punched.  Also, they hurt when I yell, or squeeze my eyes shut, or lean over and talk (these are all things I find I need to do on a fairly regular basis in at least on of my classes every day). And, because of all the drops and nightly goop I’m putting in them, my eyes seem to have lost their lubricatal balance (is that even a real phrase?) - they feel all dried out and out of focus.

Bah. Enough of that.  It’s boring, listening to a person whine about their aches and pains.  Unless I’m doddering and senile, I don’t really have any reason to think anyone would be interested.

I find that one small thing I really miss is reading material for the bathroom.  Before, Bathroom Reading Material (henceforth to be called BRM) was supplied through the mail, random bookstore purchases, and in a pinch, one of our numerous bookshelves.  Now, BRM is pretty much nonexistant.  Oh, sure, I’m reading the GURPS Characters books there, but really? It’s not the light, easy-to-put-down sort of fare I’m looking for.  So, you know, if you’ve got any old magazines laying around that don’t weigh anything, ship them my way, mmkay?