Today was our book club night for "The View from Saturday". Very cute Newberry book by E.L. Konigsburg. Would be a great book to teach "voice" to an upper-elementary aged student but also just a fun read for anyone, really.
I was going to get a picture with all of us in it, but about half-way through, I got something in my eye and it wasn't just some fuzzy thing. It looked like a white fleck of paint and it would NOT COME OUT! Not only would it not come out, it wouldn't
budge! I tried everything. And since it was bringing me a lot of pain, I didn't really interact with anyone that much for the rest of the time. Luckily, I was hosting so I was able to spend time in my own bathroom using every technique I knew how to use to get this white thing out of my eye. After coming out of the bathroom with countless unsuccessful attempts, I tried to act pleasant but I couldn't hardly keep my eye open because every time my eyelid opened or shut it hurt. 20 minutes after they left (and about 45 minutes after it originally got in my eye) I was at my wit's end. Thank goodness for the power of prayer, because that thing was not coming out any other way. I was so relieved when it was out I started crying. If anyone knows me well, they know I have an issue with eyes. The eye doctor is the most traumatic place you can take me. I
hate going. When I was younger, my mom would have to pin me down on the bed just to give me eye drops.
Remember this thing?
That puff of air that you never know when it's coming? I can't handle it! One time my doctor reassured me that they could test it another way and "not to worry". Then he got this big pen-like thing made of metal and it came closer and closer and pushed on my eye over and over again. Is that supposed to be better? So from now on I've chosen to opt out of the glaucoma test. Maybe atleast until I'm older and the chances of getting it are higher than now. What a torturous place the eye doctor is. I hope I can grow up someday and be tough about it.
A little over a week ago, when I woke up and stepped out of bed I immediately felt a pain in my right foot. Right on the top where you foot meets your leg and it bends. It just felt like my muscle had been stretched the wrong way and for the first few steps it was really bad but it started to feel a little bit better as the morning went on. I figured it would go away in a couple of days. Well a few days ago, I started to notice it was swollen in that area. And it's very sensitive to touch. It doesn't necessarily hurt when weight it put on it, but when I move it around or touch it at all. I have no idea what it is, although I'm nearly certain it has to do with muscle, not bone. I really don't want to go get it looked at but I'm wondering if I should? I've stopped exercising entirely and I'm really starting to feel lowsy about the whole thing. Any suggestions?
Is broccoli still healthy if you drench it in ranch? Does the ranch negate any health benefits of the broccoli? I need to know. I bought a huge bag of broccoli at Costco in hopes it would force me to eat more. I definitely have eaten more but the increase in Ranch dressing ingestion since then has risen dramatically. What do you think? Am I better off eating broccoli if it means more Ranch? I can't quite handle biting into raw broccoli without masking the flavor. Boiling it I hear makes it lose some of the nutritional value. Broiling it makes it dryer than dry. Does anyone have a good way of making broccoli taste good?
The Simpers invited us to their celebration of Target coming to South Anchorage tonight. It's maybe a 3 minute drive from our apartment and I've been there probably 5-6 times already in about 2 weeks since it's opened. It's on the way to nearly everywhere so it's the perfect place to drop by for the one item I forgot or whatever it is I need. So it really is a fantastic thing to celebrate. They organized a scavenger hunt for each team to go do in the store itself. Clues led to different items you can find there and you had to take a picture with everyone on your team as evidence you found each one. We left for that portion of the party, unfortunately, but we were leaving for good reason...
