This afternoon at 1:00, I will be seeing an ophthalmologist for the first time. Oddly enough, despite everything we’ve been through with Meredith’s eyes, the word ophthalmologist is still very difficult for me to spell. Because it’s 194 degrees outside and I’m choosing to live simply this morning, I shall from here on out refer to my o-p-h-t-h-a-l-m-o-l-o-g-i-s-t as an Eye Doctor.
I’ve noticed some twitching in my right eye over the past few weeks, and I’ve decided to not complain about it because 1) Complaining isn’t an attractive verb; and, 2) My sister’s eye has been twitching for a few YEARS, and she may have to see a specialist in a different town from where she lives to investigate her twitching. So, really, why in the hell would I bellyache about an infrequent twitch?! (I’m using twitch entirely too much. Time to pull out a grab bag of synonyms: Tic, Spasm, Vellication, Quiver, Paroxysm, Convulsion! I choose Vellication!)
Yesterday, along with the vellication, I discovered that my right eye was crying. Every time I tipped my head, actual tears poured out and ran down my face. I was a little tea pot, short and stout! This actually came in handy when I took my car to the service station. As the mechanic and I reviewed his invoice, a huge tear jumped out of my eye, rolled down my nose, and dripped onto the paper.
Mechanic: …so, there might be wattage issues, but it’s nothing we’re concerned about.
My eye: (Drip, roll, drop, SPLASH!)
Mechanic: Dude. Is everything okay?
Me: I’m good. I might have wattage issues, but it’s nothing I’m concerned about.
Mechanic: There’s no charge for today’s visit.
My right eye cried all through Harper’s karate class last night. It cried as I made my friend Mitzi’s cucumber salad. It cried as I went deeper into The Girl Who Played with Fire. I have to wonder if perhaps the right side of my body is feeling sort of sad for reasons beyond my understanding. (Perhaps yesterday was a special anniversary for my appendix, and Right Side is mourning her loss. Of course, that doesn’t explain the vellicative behavior. Vellicative! Say it out loud and notice how it gives your tongue a workout! I love that!)
This morning, Old Rightie is no longer weeping and she hasn’t yet vellicated, meaning the Eye Doctor is probably going to stamp my file with the words Wooden Nickel as I leave his office. (Grab Bag: Two-Dollar Bill, Charlatan, Bunyip!)
10 thoughts on “Don’t go chasing waterfalls.”
thanks for the reminder, I need to schedule my eye exam along with Hubby and Kiddo’s. Thankfully my eye isn’t twitching nor watering – I just have progressive lenses now. Fancy way of saying bifocals at age 42. *sigh*
Maybe our right eyes can be twitching buddies. Sometimes the right side of my mouth joins in, and then it’s real fun. After six weeks of constant twitching, I was ready for a life of coping with a hemifacial spasm and even had an MRI. But then some hot peanut oil spattered on my face, and my eye stopped. Now it’s an occasional thing. Like during this week of little sleep.
Anyway…I hope you’re able to find relief from the twitchies and the weepies. If the eye doctor can’t help, I suggest popping popcorn on the stove and spattering your face with hot oil.
I would just like to note that this is an excellently written post.
Thank you. You may now continue vellicating.
Girl/Fire is finally getting really good. I’m not fond of narrative styles where they spend several pages describing every character in the police department. I can’t wait to find out what the big mystery is!
And there’s no need to cry for me, Argentina.
Allergies? Duct Blockage? Mine will spaz sometimes – usually at the most inopportune time. Strangers do not respond well to middle aged winking women.
You’re going to have to explain the wooden nickel thing to me. Sorry.
My eye occasionally twitches when I am tired and/or dehydrated? Do either of those adjectives describe you?
Someone once told me eye twitching occurs when you are tired. Well, let us know the verdict, please.
I haven’t heard from my appendix in, like, ten years. And I don’t miss it. Not one little bit…
My eye twitches when I’m stressed. Are you worrying more than usual about anything?
I just finished The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. I can’t wait to start the next one.
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