Happy Monday, everyone! I know I’ve been silent over the weekend, which is not exactly usual for me, but I promise I have a good reason.
A very good reason.
So Saturday morning, I woke up, and my eyes were a little red.
Ok, I thought, no big deal.
My eyes are bloodshot so much (from lack of sleep and allergies and sensitivity to light) that I don’t give it much thought.
Then, as the day progressed, my eyes steadily became more and more red.
When things got to this point, I started getting a little bit alarmed:
I have to say, I know my body pretty well. Because if I’d decided to ignore it and not gone to my optometrist, there’s a chance I would have had permanent scarring on my eyeballs. Which would be like…having a pair of scratched glasses on ALL THE TIME. Not pleasant. Thankfully, I’m on steroid drops every 3 hours for a week, which should prevent any scarring, and I’ll be good to go in no time!
Oh yes, and then there was that small burning incident…
I was trying to help with dinner preparations, but apparently I wasn’t doing a good job slicing the daikon. In fact, I think my mother may have even referred to my daikon slices as ugly. Except I’m sure I misheard her because no one in their right mind would ever call my daikon slices ugly.
Since my daikon slicing skills were not up to her standards, I decided to get the pizza out of the oven. That’s when I burned myself.
What kind of noob burns herself while wearing oven mitts?
Oh, that’s right. Me.
Hope you had a great start to your week!