Runaway brain

Window
Photo by jenny-bee

Apologies in advance to Soul Asylum, but this is exactly how I feel right now:

Runaway brain, never going back
Wrong way on a one-way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I’m neither here nor there

I am sitting at my desk at work at 9:45 pm — my workday ends at 4:30 — trying desperately to finish up my month-end bookkeeping and go home.

I say “desperately” because I am feeling desperate now that I have taken a “dinner break” which has lasted… well… let’s just say a bit too long, seeing as how it most recently involved roaming hither and thither around the internet in a frenzy of — I kid you not — looking at articles on how to organize your time.  Using Google Calendar.  And Remember The Milk.  And Week Date.  I believe there were also a few articles in there about large metal chickens and profane hand towels, and perhaps there might have been some looking around at hard-to-find light bulbs and how to upgrade laptop RAM with new memory sticks.  I also might have seen the new Miche bag shells, learned about Wookiee the Chew, and visited BowerPower repeatedly to see if Katie B had posted.  (She just did, btw, in case you need your fix, too.)

Whew.  Do you feel as dazed right now as I do?  Well, be glad it didn’t waste hours of your life.  My brain needs to get off the internet track, get back on the work track, and get out of here.  I am bound and determined to close the month while it is still September.  Wish me luck.

  • {Clutter} released:  All kinds of papers I’d been saving at work — catalogs, menus, order forms — that I really don’t need.  My “To File” tray is looking good.
  • {Stress} released:  Hmmm…  Once I get done here, I’ll have a weekend without Month End hanging over my head.  So I got that goin’ for me.  Which is nice.

More adventures with BigEye

Sticky Situations
Photo by TerryJohnston

When we last checked in with the BigEye saga, the ophthalmologist had declared it must be a tumor — brain, sinus, or other — and I was waiting to get an MRI.  Unfortunately, good old Southern California Kaiser had a month-long wait for an MRI appointment for any reason, even a possible brain tumor.

I amused myself in the meantime by getting engaged.  (This was very romantic; one day David said, “So, do you want to go ring shopping today?”  I did.  I’m the kind of girl who likes to pick out her own engagement ring.  He would have never guessed that I wanted a sapphire.)  Finally, the big day arrived (the MRI, not the wedding), and lo and behold… “It’s not a tumor.”  Hmmm.  By process of elimination, they decided that I could have both hypothyroidism and Graves Disease (1% of cases do), and that it could affect only one of my eyes.  Final diagnosis: euthyroid (not caused by the thyroid) unilateral (one-sided) exophthalmos (sticking-out eyeball), or — as we like to call it — BigEye.

You can have lots of fun with BigEye.  Since I could not close my left eyelid, I would fall asleep with my eye open.  I had no awareness of it — it felt the same as sleeping with both eyes closed — but David discovered that he could wave his hand in front of my face and I would wake up.  Apparently a) one can see while asleep if one’s eye is open, and b) others find that this is a fun way to amuse themselves on a long train ride.  I was later taught a better, less cornea-damaging way to sleep: fill your lower eyelid with LacriLube (main ingredient: petroleum jelly), and then pull your upper eyelid over the BigEye and tape it to your face.  (Yes, indeed… with Scotch tape.)  The eye stays closed until you pull the tape off in the morning!  You only lose a few extra eyelashes a day!  Your eye feels much better because it is not dried out like an old sponge!

Attractive, eh?  Don’t forget that I got married while all this was going on!  David will never forget, ever, because I chose every single one of our wedding photos based on whether or not the BigEye looked good in the proofs.  David could have been grimacing or coughing or looking the other way, but if the BigEye was well-camouflaged, I was a happy girl.  In the end, though some of them made him look strangely like Patrick Swayze, none of the final photo choices made David look too bad…

Stay tuned for Further Adventures with BigEye!  Find out about “orbital decompression!”  Relive the drama of plastic surgery!  Hear David’s strange prediction… and how it came true.

  • {Clutter} released: Six more duplicate Newbery books!  Putting those books in alphabetical order was well worth it.

Lighten Up!

light·en
v.tr.
1.  To make less heavy.
2.  To lessen the oppressiveness, trouble, or severity of.
3.  To relieve of cares or worries; gladden.
v.intr.
1.  To become less in weight.
2.  To become less oppressive, troublesome, or severe.
3.  To become cheerful.

lighten up (Informal)
To take matters less seriously: Everything will work out fine, so stop worrying and lighten up.