How I spent a Tuesday afternoon

This is not my eye. My eyes are green and my eyebrows are much much lighter. Now that we have that all cleared up let's carry on.

My liver disease has it's little quirks that I'm discovering one at a time. I guess the itching, the nausea and the fatigue just weren't enough. Oh noooooo....we have to throw dry mouth and dry eye in there too. So, last week I saw my wonderful eye doctor who immediately put me on some eye drops and scheduled me for punctal plugs. I giggle for some immature reason when I say that. sheesh.
Anyway, I had them inserted and it was only afterwards that she said, "You're going to be uncomfortable for a few days to a week. DON'T have them removed. Just stick with it and you'll be fine. Really, I know you will have discomfort, but it will go away. Your body will get used to them." (apparently she doesn't know my body very well) Now, I don't know about you but it has been my experience that when a doctor uses the word "discomfort" what they really mean is excruciating or unbearable or out of your mind numbing pain. While is isn't that bad...it is 2am and I'm still awake. My eyes feel very tired, and like there is a crusty eyelash stuck in the corner of my eyes. I feel like I want to take a melon baller and ream out my eye sockets. But...I won't. Mainly because I haven't had a melon baller in something like 15 years. I think my boys used it on a block of cheese once and I never saw it again. Or maybe it was a bar of soap...my memory is a little off due to the "discomfort".
Anyway, I tried to go to sleep, actually fell asleep for a little while but woke up in "discomfort" because I had my hand in between my face and the pillow and was smushing my eye in towards my nose. It was kinda like squeezing the bottom of a tube of toothpaste...pressure building up, bringing Old Faithful to mind. Hmm, wonder if those plugs would shoot out of my eye?
So now I know why she didn't tell me all this before hand. She knows me all too well.
I have an appointment for new contact fitting on Thursday morning. My poor eyes may poke themselves out before this is all over. My last try wearing contacts didn't go so well...let's just hope this guy my Opthalmologist is sending me to is better than the Wal-Mart eye doctor. That was a nightmare as I recall.

I feel as though I have every grain of sand from every beach in the world in my eyes right now. Time to go back to bed and wish for sleep to take me. There has to be a joke in there about Mr. Sandman but for the life of me I can't come up with one. Must be the discomfort thats clouding my thought process. Or the lack of sleep. Or the fact that I realize that I have to get up in less than 5 hours to go to work. Where the hell is that melon baller?