Uff Da, Darling Ones,

Today has been a rough one. Yesterday was a rough one too, and I am deep down in the feeling sorry for myself dumps.

I had eye day yesterday and it did not go well. It started out great two old ladies in the waiting room complimented me on my Still Kickin shirt and Dr. D said my hair was cute.

What can I say? I’m vain.

I was actually kind of excited for the treatment, because I was getting the super-duper new high dose eye juice. If this stuff works I might be able to go 4 months between eye days.

Things have not gone well since the injection. For the first time in a year I’m dealing with awful side effects.

I sent all day yesterday with my left eye closed and crying, I became alarmed at one point and called the retina clinic to find out if my eye was about to fall out.

Turns out this happens sometimes if all the betadine doesn’t get rinsed out. Yowza.

While I can open my eye today the site hasn’t recovered yet and everything is blurry. It also feels like I have an eyelash in my eye.

All the things I’ve experienced are considered normal side effects and being giant baby I am, I’m all “I can’t live like this!”

It’s been hard. My already compromised vision is worse than ever. My left eye was my “good” one. The vision in that eye wasn’t distorted, like it is in my right eye. Now I got super blurry on the left and distorted on the right.

And my balance? SO MUCH MORE GARBAGE. My body is a house of cards. If one tiny thing goes askew everything collapses — balance, tremor, mood, all of it.

So yeah, today has been a blurry, wobbly, shaky pile of crap. AND IT’S MY BIRTHDAY WEEK!

The injustice is incalculable.

I’ve been singing Westerberg’s “Good Day” to myself all day, trying to remind myself that at least I’m alive.

That’s a good thing, right?

Jodi