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November 15, 2007
Pink is Great, but Not In Your Eyes
I am currently at a pinnacle of crankiness. My day started off, as usual, at the gym at a ridiculous hour. When I started hitting the gym at 5:45 a.m., it was peppered with a couple of employees getting a workout in before their shift and a few quiet retirees. All of a sudden it's full of soccer moms, marathon runners, and college kids. Today I watched a 160 lb guy doing bicep curls with 20 lb dumbells wearing a weight-lifting belt. The kind you wear if you're deadlifting twice your bodyweight on stage while wearing a banana hammock. C'Mon people. And there's a new sign that we're supposed to disinfect the equipment after we use it. In the Nautilus room. Isn't that why I pay a membership fee? So they can pay people to, um, clean? I mean yeah, if you're sweating like I pig I appreciate a wipedown of the pads before you walk away, but otherwise, who's got time?
So, I was already in a mood. I decided to call the Bug's pediatrician this morning to ask about her persistently goopy eye. It started during a week when we both had seasonal allergy stuff going on, and my eyes were constantly crusty and bloodshot, so I didn't think much of it. But one of her eyes just hasn't cleared up with the cold weather. It looks red just in the membrane in the corner, and there's a small scratch. So I am not convinced it's pink eye. But the pediatrican won't see her. If there's discharge, they just want you to stick ointment in the eye for a week and not bother them with your possibly contagious child. Be cause the "p" word was mentioned, she can't go within 100 yards of the daycare center either. So I'm home today. Which is great. We're eating cinnamon raisin toast and watching Sesame Street. I wish for this sometimes. But in the meantime I've got postcards for people who insist on grammatically incorrect phrases, bookmarks for an event that starts today for which the logo is being redesigned tomorrow, and a host of other fun things that, while in the universal scheme of things are trifles, STRESS ME THE FUCK OUT.
Maybe it's better that I'm not at work today. At least I can knit.