It's been an expensive week.
Alex, my husband, the same hard-looking dude who is in the photo, had something wrong with his eye.
He went on a business trip and silly me told him to go to "urgent care" when he arrived at his destination. He said he was fine. When Alex got home from his trip, his eye was still red. I said "You've got to get that looked at," and he replied "Oh it's a lot better now." Alex left on business trip number two a couple of days later.
By the time Alex got home, his eye was looking bad. He said it was fine, but actually came home a little early from work because it was hurting. This was worrying me. I don't want him fooling around with anything he has two of. That includes eyes, testicles and kidneys, arms, legs and such. Alex is more inclined to think that the only things worth worrying about are the things you only have one of.
I convinced him to go to the doctor the next day. The only problem was, Alex wanted to go to an optician. I was really thinking an ophthalmologist was more in order at this point because he had quite severe pain around his eye. The optician said he had an infection and gave him antibiotic eye drops. One day later, he was still at home and even looking and feeling worse. Again, I said "Call an ophthalmologist." Alex said "Naw. I'll just call the optician." He went back to the optician, a very nice guy, who said "Uh oh. This is not an infection. There is something inflamed in the iris of your eye. You need to see an ophthalmologist." Uh huh. Just like I figured two weeks ago.
Alex went to the MD. He was diagnosed as having "acute Iritis" (pronouced earitis) which can be very serious, in fact, you can lose an eye from it. Never mind, with steroids, other drugs and emergency treatment, he should be fine.
Frankly, for a smart man, my husband can be something of an idiot.
Harry had a little place on his nose. It looked like a mole, but it appeared out of nowhere. We took him to the vet for his regular check up and the vet said "This could be a cancer growth." We decided to have the little growth removed when he got his teeth cleaned last week.
Alex had told the vet that Honey (our other dog) had bitten Harry on the nose, but this looked nothing like a bite. Harry had his teeth cleaned and his little growth removed last week. It is not a cancerous growth. Harry is fine. We take him in tomorrow to get his sutures out. Harry won't like it, but hey! It only costs about $1000 to have peace of mind. Right?
Fortunately, I only get pedicures. If you look closely in the photo, you'll see how pretty my red toenails look and they only cost $25 dollars to look this good.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Fred is a funny guy.
If you don't know him, I would suggest that you go over and check out his blog at The Fred Effect.
Fred lives in Kansas with Tessa and Sean and about 10 assorted dogs and cats at any given time.
He is a generous and kind person, but he's also just a little quirky. He recently asked for comments to a post of his and said he would send something special to the person who left the comment he liked best. Fred selected me as the winner. I was thrilled of course.
The prize was to be a braid of Fred's hair, clipped right from his head if you can imagine. I honestly couldn't imagine. It sounded beyond romantic to me and just a little kinky, much like Fred himself. I am reminded of 19th century poets who sent such things to their lady friends. But see that's how my mind works.
Alex my husband said "That's creepy." When I asked why he responded with something like "yeah, it's like a serial killer asking to be sent something wet." That's how Alex's mind works.
Yesterday I got my locks of love in the mail. The braid is beautiful and the color of gold or a very expensive bourbon whiskey. I tied it around my wrist as a bracelet for a while, but my husband kept pestering me to take it off. I also tried it on the cat as a collar and I thought it looked stunning on him.
The cat was not impressed and rather than risk losing the braid, I took it off the cat.
I put Fred's golden braid in my jewelry box along with some other treasured items. Since my husband will be leaving for a month in Europe pretty soon, I will be pulling it out and wearing it as a bracelet while he's gone.
In other words, Alex is not the boss of me.
Heck! I may be buried wearing it. It's that cool.