One of those things I never wanted to deal with

There are many things I've hoped I'd never have to deal with when it comes to injuries and health, and one of them is to have some eye-condition that forces me to take eye-drops. But the day has come.

I went to the emergency-room because this eye has given me grief for weeks. Emergency-rooms take time. I must have been there for, what, three hours? I saw three people in that time, a nurse, then a doctor, then another nurse. The first nurse was very pleasant. The doctor was very unenthusiastic. (Could tell he just wanted to be done already and go home.) Then a third nurse who I thought would of known tears were pouring from my eye because it hurt, not because I was sad.
"Are you sad?" (Are you sure you work in the eye-department?) "... No, my eye hurts."

Final judgement: 5 eye-drops per day. (FIVE!! NOOOE.) Also apply salve to lower/inner eyelid. (I dunno what it's called, but it's that place between your eyelashes and poking your eye out.)

I'm going to be very badass and an expert on eye-drops at the end of the week, when I'm going back to the hospital a (WO)MAN, ready for anythin'! If I can take eye-drops, I can beat up a shark and I can also jump from air-planes. I'm going to eat these words later...

Why don't I go to bed even when I'm physically dead tired?

Yes, what's up with this staying up nonsense.

Either the day has been too awesome to end - OR it's been too sucky or boring and I don't want to go to bed with that. A boring end to a boring day is a big spot of meh on your mood. Going to bed sad makes it hard to sleep because it WILL be on your mind and not leave you alone just because you're exhausted.

I've had a decent day, but I've not left the house, and I've worn my pyjama-shirt and my hair is dirty. With that, I don't particularly feel like I had a day at all, even if some nice things went on between my two desks and computers. So I feel the need to stay up and entertain the hell out of myself until going to bed and ponder things until sleep takes over seem like a more attractive activity.

So that's what I'll be doing now.

Mummy

I miss my mummy. She's back in Sweden now and is coming over on Friday. (donthateme!)

I still sometimes think back on that afternoon a few weeks ago when she was here and trying to help me out with my new IKEA-shelf. She's overworked but wants to help me in my depressive/lonely/struggling phase. The shelf was not cooperating with us at all, and after 4 hours or sweating and struggling and some violence, we gave up. Mama was on the verge of tears and I started comforting and reassuring her that it was okay.

"Still want some of that cake?"

"Oh, that's right... Yes."

She was meant to go to a friend's 50th birthday-party afterwards, so I said:

"Let's have some cake, and then you can go to the party, yeah?"

"Damn it, I was supposed to be helping you, not the other way around!" she whined with this endearing, weak lil' smile. It was so cute that she cared.

I look forward to seeing her so I can hug her to death. My mummy is my heroine right now, in this hard adult-life. Who would've thought. She's really changed.

First Post; Totally winging it

Okay... Got out of bed, that's a start. Going to draw after I've had my tea and lil' bread done. Can't draw on an empty stomach. And I better get stuff done - that Kia'ka poked me about her commission, asking how it's coming along... shiiiiiiiit. Le guilt.

So that's the first thing I'ma do. Colouring that bloody trollesse. Quick and painful. Then get that lil' pridegasm when I've finished.

Is amazing how many times I drew the same drawing over and over again yesterday, thinking "hey I got this anatomy thing DOWWWN!" ... and then kept fucking it up. So I'm hoping today will be better. I spend a lot of time just playing with the technique and making it look pretty, even if I'm going to cover it all with clothing anyway. Well, it's quite fun practise... anatomy... *smirk*