So apparently...

Sometimes whining and getting pissed off does some good. Or else I just lost my patience one day too early.

My eyes are more or less back to normal. There's still a little blur on the right when I use it on its own, but just a little bit, and the cloudiness is completely gone. And my left eye is all 'problem? what problem? I don't have no stinkin' problem!'. So...all is better than last night. I can see with minimal problems, at least at the moment.

Thank you to everyone for the hugs and stuff, and if any of you were wishing well for me or prayin' or something, thank you for that too. Much appreciated.

*HUGS*

I can has teeth?

Well, went to the dentist. Got two teeth filled. They work nice. The upper lip sliding down my face from the novacaine is a little freaky, but I can still kinda smile, and I can keep my lips closed well enough to eat and drink without dribbling everywhere.

Not to mention, it's starting to wear off anyway. :)

They even let me listen to Bon Jovi. That made everything tons better. :)

Also, good news--they saved the one tooth! So, all they're gonna pull are my three wisdom teeth and the one molar that's pretty much shot and will be replaced with an implant. Not too shabby. Also, the insurance paid for over half of today's procedure anyway, so it wasn't as expensive as I was expecting. :)

Yay!

And yes, my eyes are still behaving. Still slightly blurry on the right, but I can still see fine. :)

The damage you don't realize...

One thing that I'm starting to be aware of more and more is how well the ex had me trained.

One of our constant fights had to do with food. If I ate something that had been sitting in the fridge, she'd invariably want to have it after it was gone, and I'd get yelled at for not sharing and being a glutton (even if I'd asked ahead of time if she were interested in it). I don't touch it, and it goes bad, that was my fault too for wasting food, because, hey, she 'doesn't eat that much'.

Usually, this was the healthy stuff I'd get in trouble for. The remains of a good restaurant dinner. A healthy salad. A nice casserole. Occasionally the pizza we'd order in. Rarely did we fight over the potatoes, rice, bread, ramen or cheese. Those could come and go and no fighting. You can guess what my diet consisted of. Treats and desserts were another bone of contention, but only if she liked them. Otherwise, she never noticed. It's no wonder I ballooned to 226 pounds.

I'm discovering an annoying hold over from those days, and it's a conversation I've become aware of the past month.

I have to fight with myself to convince myself that if I'm hungry? It really is okay to go get a bowlful of asparagus or other veggies or fruits or whatever and eat them. I just spent an hour in fact telling myself that if I wanted a can of asparagus for dinner, that it was all right; I could do that.

...At least I finally got it though.

Something to work on though, definitely.