My eyeballs are popping out …

Can’t fight it. Can’t stay in denial anymore. I have a horrible cold and it’s making me miserable. The symptoms are ridiculously awful. I feel achy, swollen, snotty and the pressure in my face is no fun. Not. At. All.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you don’t feel like your eyeballs are popping out of your head!!!

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Conked out …

Have you ever had that all of a sudden sleepy feeling? It comes on so freakin fast. One minute you are a fairly normal person walking around like everyone else, and the next, you are virtually unable to move. You suddenly lose your ability to keep your eyes open. Your body decides it no longer wants to be a part of the awake world around it. And it shuts you down. Immediately. No negotiations. You. Are. DONE.

Holy moly, this afternoon I sat down on my couch for about 30 seconds and it was like I melted and became part of the darn piece of furniture. If I didn’t know better I would have thought someone had attached tiny weights to my eyelids and slipped one of those heavy x-ray protection vests on me without me knowing. I was immobilized!

Well, I hope you all had a day where you didn’t CONK OUT!!!

Playing hot potato with my freakin’ eyeballs (again) …

Good lord. OK, I think I may have written about this before in one of my nearly 1,500 blog entries under my belt. But forgive me, my life is often repetitive and … well … not ever really boring.


I have been advised to “potato” my eyes by my optometrist. By “potato” my eye, I literally mean, POTATO MY EYE. I heat potatoes (small, not russet) for one minute in the microwave, then adhere them to my eyelids (and BAGS) for 5 minutes on each side. I am supposed to do this about every 6 months, one time a day, for about 3-5 days.

Why? I’m getting there.

When my doctor first told me to do this I honestly thought it was like one of the jokes the doctors, I worked with previously, would pull on me. “Let’s see if she is kooky enough to try this one!” I was. Trust me, I was.

Anyway, apparently there is a REAL reason to actually “potato” one’s eyeballs. With all the running I do, it dries out my eyeballs and that somehow clogs the oil ducts in my eyelids. Whoda thunk, right?!?! “Potato-ing” my eyes stimulates the oil ducts and therefore makes my eyes less dry and swollen.

If I hadn’t seen the results of this odd medical (and natural) suggestion myself, I wouldn’t have believed it. But it really does work.

I am on day two of this little cycle of mine and as I sat this morning with two potatoes on my eyes, I couldn’t help but giggle about how I must look … after, of course, I had just survived the excruciating pain of having had one potato retain WAY more heat that the other. Ugh. And OUCHIE. Three days and counting …

Well, I hope you all have a day where you get to play an impromptu game of hot potato!!!

ME, my EYE ZIT and the WEIRD that follows me …

OK, this one shocked even me. I woke up early this morning … no, not to run. This was not voluntary or planned. I woke up at 1 a.m. with excruciating eye pain. Um … I am not a whimp when it comes to pain. I’ve survived a fractured vertebra, migraines, natural child birth, an emergency c-section (and a wicked recovery), meningitis and running a marathon with three sprained tendons in my foot. Yadda, yadda, yadda. My point being, I am a bad @&& when it comes to pain. So for this eye pain to wake me up and land me in a germ infested ER during flu season 15 days before my next marathon, YOU KNOW it had to be BAD! The diagnosis: a Hordeolum internum. In normal people terms … it’s an internal sty. INTERNAL. Yes people, what woke me up from a dead sleep was the eruption of a zit behind my eye. Lovely. I was not easily convinced of this fact because the pain was so bad. But apparently it is known to be quite painful … and rare (of course). Since they did a pretty thorough eye exam (not everyone gets a glaucoma test at 3 a.m. … don’t be jealous), I was reluctantly convinced. Now, this isn’t the first weird medical thing I’ve experienced. Sadly, I don’t think it will be the last either. AND it certainly doesn’t top the list … but still. Really? An INTERNAL EYE ZIT … only me …

Well, I hope you all have a day where you don’t wake up with some un-SIGHT-ly acne!!!