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My annoying twit of a sister gave me head lice a little over a year ago, so when I pulled a wad of her hair out of my brush the other day and what I thought was a piece of lint started to crawl, I instructed her to stop using my hair brushes and not hang her towel near mine.
The next day she haughtily informed me that she didn't think it was head lice because she looked at the clump of hair in the garbage and didn't see anything. I reminded her that lice are bugs, and bugs move.
'I just don't think they're like that', she defended.
'I don't know what you mean,' I said, hoping for something less vague. All she did was repeat herself, with emphasis on different words.
'I just don't think they're like that.'
'Like what?' I asked. Is this annoying you as much as it annoyed me?
'Just. Nevermind.' she snapped and went on to ignore me.
I'd like to know just why she thinks she doesn't have lice. Does she think head lice won't crawl around on the hair in a comb or brush? How does she think people get it?
I know I've been neglectful of my blog (aren't I always?), but in the last week I overcame a rather large problem at work in spite of the fact that my optic neuritis had progressed from slight blurriness in my left eye to the inability to focus on anything more than a couple feet in front of me, so I saw double most of the time.
I wasn't picking up on the office duties as quickly as was expected and I was given just three shifts to get it together. I was frustrated and I had a meltdown with Kevin because I don't ever want to have to make excuses at work, or for anyone to think I'm making excuses when my reasons are totally valid. It's not fair that I felt like I couldn't tell anyone that I was unable to see because I didn't want them to see it as a weakness. I want to be able to do my job in spite of any disability, and I want to do it well.
I've been on a new diet for a month or so, and after a few days of feeling humbled and terrified that my vision would get worse, it occurred to me to more closely examine the ingredients of the supplements I've been taking. The supplements have high levels of antioxidants, and while antioxidants are good for most people (I do have to say that over the last four weeks or so my skin has looked amazing), MS is an auto-immune disease. Too many antioxidants can boost my immune system dangerously and cause it to attack my nervous system, forcing me into a relapse. I stopped taking my vitamins and other supplements, and within two days I could focus on things directly in front of me. Now, a week later, my vision is almost back to normal with just the cloudiness in my left eye remaining. I'm also up to snuff in the office and being banished back to the fuel station is no longer an imminent threat.
I'm pretty disappointed that the diet ended up being the culprit, because in the short time I was on it, I lost about ten pounds and 15 or 20 inches. I guess I didn't mention that I was on a diet before because if it didn't work or I couldn't stick to it, I didn't want it documented for all of eternity that I'm a fatty with no will-power. I can still keep up with it to a certain extent, but without the supplements it will go a bit slower.
So, that's my story of the week. Next week at this time I'll be at Kevin's house, celebrating our two-year anniversary. Hopefully I'll have something -interesting- to write before then.
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It's been about a month since my vision went down, right? There are days when I think maybe it's getting better but then I squint my 'good' eye and there's still that same foggy blur over my left eye. I suppose I'm adjusting to it.
I've never seen well at night, so it's been even trickier since the optic neuritis showed up. I try to avoid the highway in the dark, but today after a trip to Ellensburg I realized that I'd been charged twice for something and would have to drive all the way back to fix it. I would have waited, but my next day off is Tuesday and I was worried that if I had to deal with a different manager it might be a difficult issue to resolve. I wanted to deal with the same supervisor, so I drove to Ellensburg in the dark. Don't worry, this isn't a post about an accident or a near-miss.
There are a few ways to get to Ellensburg: highway 97, which I'm not very familiar with, highway 10, which is quiet and beautiful and a popular animal crossing, and I-90, which is heavily traveled at fast speeds. Last week my brother and I almost hit an elk bigger than my car, so I didn't want to tempt fate with the wildlife at twilight, and I wasn't keen on driving 60 miles an hour with poor visibility on a road I rarely drive, so I took the freeway.
I drive I-90 to Ellensburg often enough that there are never really any surprises, but not often enough that I know all of the corners by heart. I would flick on my brights in every turn, praying a silent apology to the oncoming traffic across the median, and on the way back I decided to take highway 10. There was nobody around, so I drove the whole way at 35 or 40 with my high beams on, constantly checking the sides of the road for deer trying to cross. I made it home with no drama, but was reminded several times that I don't like driving long distances after sunset.
So, I endured a full hour of stress for $21, and I just tricked you into reading 4 paragraphs of nothing. I hope you were bored.
The next three movies I will be watching, courtesy of Netflix:
1: Spider
2: The Man Who Wasn't There
3: The House Of Yes
Sometimes I think I can't get any more boring, and then I try to write something here and realize that I haven't done a damned thing in longer than a week. I got two new pairs of jeans the other day, which was a godsend after I had a breakdown last week over 20+ pairs of pants that didn't fit right, but I doubt that anybody who reads this really cares about that. Well, maybe Danielle does, but she's my best friend and she has to sympathize with my fashion crises.
P.S. Tomorrow is Danielle's birthday, so you should all wish her a happy birthday in my comments section (her blog is non-functional right now).
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There was a high-speed chase today, and the vehicle being chased was a Police SUV, but the driver wasn't an officer. It ws a woman who was being questioned and siezed the opportunity to get away in the car that had been left running. What was she being questioned for? Car theft. What else?
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