little victories, small disasters
Life is made of many things, but more often than not lately I’ve seen it narrowed rather simply to just those two (= title). I bought myself a new ipod nano since I’ve been virtually music free since my little mishap last February*. My how I forgot the greatness music everywhere brings to life. How so? Well, most importantly I can rock to whatever I want in my car, I can walk around the office bumping my head to whatever beat i choose. And when I’m trail running, music tends to make my legs turnover quicker, and yes I get to pass people, lots of people. Mmmmmm. So really, that’s a big victory - I suppose I’ll get into whatever it was I meant to get into.
I love PBJ almost as much as love my mac. A few days ago I found myself at home (this happens quite often), I was by myself, and I started thinking about the yumminess that is wheat toast and said ingredients. I peeked up on the fridge where I store my bread. I moved some bags and such around, and then I saw them, my mmm scrumpmtious lender’s bagels. Oh how I love bagels. A small but terribly excited, “yesssss” escaped from my lips. I have no idea where it came from. No one but me heard me. I laughed out loud at the silliness of the whole thing. Me in my kitchen, yessing some plain bagels. That good people, was a little victory.
So disasters? Ya. They put into perspective that surprise bagel/ability to snooze/ticklewars/and such. Here goes. I went down to c. springs to see the ‘rents on friday night. I brought my buddy Adam, the super home builder, to inspect my parents new digs. So it’s bed time and I realize i forgot my contact solution. Oops. I started hunting in the bathroom, is that strange? I was looking for some old solution i’d left or some of my brothers or something. I found some of Al’s and called it a night. I woke up a number of hours later, let’s call it 9. I washed my hands and went for it. Strangely in the back of my mind I’m hoping i rinsed off all of the soap, but I was tired and already felling reckless. I always always put the left contact in first. And in it went. At that same moment my eye sent a signal to my brain through a nerve ending or two. It said ****, oh ****, etc. etc. etc. Literally. The pain was so great I found myself squirming, jumping, and squinching wildly in the confined space I call my bathroom. Meanwhile I’m also attempting to get my finger in my clamped down eye to get the culprit out. Finally after what seems an eternity later, which was probably more like seven seconds, I managed to stab my eye and extract my contact. The pain did not leave. With what I can only describe as intuition - since my brain was all but brain dead at this point - my headed dropped faster than gravity towards the sink. I got the water flowing and began to flush my eye. I rinsed it for a long while; water was everywhere, including up my nose. And yet still there was pain. Holy hell, what a way to start the day. I just stayed there bent over the sink with my head between my hands as if i’d just lost the world cup. And i was thinking, “crap”. After a number of minutes and my brain finally waking, i peeled myself up and went downstairs. I told my story to Adam my my mom, damn soap.
I was supposed to play golf that day. So an hour later, left eye still blood shot, I figured that I ought to put the other contact in and see where that gets me. So I shot up there, rinsed my hands so well I may have lost some skin. I gently placed my right contact in, and once again the world was on FIRE!!! My God, I was thinking, how??? Once again my body was jumping, squirming, hurting and yearning to scream. I managed to get my contact out and get my body into the familiar position of eye flushing in the sink. Fifteen minutes later I emerged looking like a true stoner. My eyes were redder than hell and with the accompanying pain there was no way they were gonna see contacts for quite some time. And not only that, but I was confused. What kept happening? That sure as hell wasn’t soap.
Two hours later, I was still hurting and hurting bad. My mom dragged me off to the doctor. The Doc asked some questions and narrowed it down with in a minute. It was that damned solution. Apparently it needed some special case to oxidize with or something. Doc says, musta felt like putting hydrogen peroxide in your eye, huh? Ummm, ya, and a knife.
Makes those bagels just a little bit sweeter.
*Some punk ass kids swiped my jacket, ipod and all, while i was rockin hill intervals here in bTown. 20 degrees out, and they pick on me. I was a little embarassed to blog about it at the time.
Filed by ryanroth at October 16th, 2006 under Life