Disgustingly happy, actually
Oct. 13th, 2006 10:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lectrix_lectiThere's absolutely nothing more wonderful than an autumn day off from work.
If that day also involves the husband shaving off his godawful two weeks' worth of beard growth, pay day, having the most delicious pizza ever at Hell's Kitchen, making one's escape from Hell's Kitchen when the hipsters start pouring in to pickle themselves in alcohol and buying a new, warm, lovely coat, it's pretty perfect.
What's not so perfect is that some bloody thing always has to ail me.
My constant companion of this spring and summer, the cough, has gone away. Which is nice.
The idiotic pains that felt like a goddamn prolapsed disk has gone away (thanks to good shoes, I think). Which is nice.
The recurring pain from hell that has haunted my back for years hasn't made an appearance in ages. Which is nice.
So now my eyelids appear to have decided to act up, going all dry and puffy and itchy and sore and even fucking flaking. I go around all day and try desperately not to scratch my eyelids to bleeding shreds.
I went to the apothecary today and barely got to open my mouth before the pharmacist bustled off and fetched a cream for ultra sensitive and irritated eye area. That's how bad it looks - she saw what I needed.
Good dog, I hope it works.
Also, please don't let this be a new and interesting allergy. Say, to my eyeliner or mascara. I'm about as allergy free as they come. I have some issues with nickel and perfume, but nothing else, and I prefer it to stay that way.
In other news, our wedding photo is back from the very kind pro who offered to polish it up for us, for free I might add, and is now ready to be copied and distributed to various family, not to mention getting transformed into thank you cards. Things like that, which was exactly what we hoped to avoid by practically eloping, keep pasting themselves onto the to do list. Woo. But still, the photo looks very nice - many, many thanks to our friend.
Oh, and I bought more Carnivale. All is well in the world, provided my eye cream does what it's meant to do.
If that day also involves the husband shaving off his godawful two weeks' worth of beard growth, pay day, having the most delicious pizza ever at Hell's Kitchen, making one's escape from Hell's Kitchen when the hipsters start pouring in to pickle themselves in alcohol and buying a new, warm, lovely coat, it's pretty perfect.
What's not so perfect is that some bloody thing always has to ail me.
My constant companion of this spring and summer, the cough, has gone away. Which is nice.
The idiotic pains that felt like a goddamn prolapsed disk has gone away (thanks to good shoes, I think). Which is nice.
The recurring pain from hell that has haunted my back for years hasn't made an appearance in ages. Which is nice.
So now my eyelids appear to have decided to act up, going all dry and puffy and itchy and sore and even fucking flaking. I go around all day and try desperately not to scratch my eyelids to bleeding shreds.
I went to the apothecary today and barely got to open my mouth before the pharmacist bustled off and fetched a cream for ultra sensitive and irritated eye area. That's how bad it looks - she saw what I needed.
Good dog, I hope it works.
Also, please don't let this be a new and interesting allergy. Say, to my eyeliner or mascara. I'm about as allergy free as they come. I have some issues with nickel and perfume, but nothing else, and I prefer it to stay that way.
In other news, our wedding photo is back from the very kind pro who offered to polish it up for us, for free I might add, and is now ready to be copied and distributed to various family, not to mention getting transformed into thank you cards. Things like that, which was exactly what we hoped to avoid by practically eloping, keep pasting themselves onto the to do list. Woo. But still, the photo looks very nice - many, many thanks to our friend.
Oh, and I bought more Carnivale. All is well in the world, provided my eye cream does what it's meant to do.
