Truth Time.

What’s crackin’ kids? Today is gonna be brief.

My posting schedule isn’t quite the consistent five days a week it used to be, and you might have noticed that it sometimes takes me a couple days to respond to comments. You may also have noticed, if you have a blog, that I am not my usual comment-y self. It isn’t from laziness, I assure you.

I think I posted about my wonky eyes once or twice in the past. In a nutshell, the muscles behind my eyes have deteriorated significantly over time, and it has gotten to the point where they are constantly and painfully stressed. So, I have taken to rationing my reading and writing, which is why I’m MIA as a commenter for a week at a time, and then suddenly show up and reply to four posts in a row. As a writer and avid reader, it sucks hard. There are a number of craptastic issues, like having to make sure any driving I have to do happens early in the day, because a minimal amount of computer work makes my eyes so out of whack that I no longer feel comfortable driving. I haven’t posted about it because it sounds whiney and woeful and shit, and while it is a pain in the ass, there are worse things.

Why, then, am I writing about it today? Well, because a) tomorrow I am having surgery on my eye muscles, and b) I want you guys to know I’m not a totally lazy schlub that’s fallen behind on my blogroll. Anyway, I’m taking the rest of the week off to recover, so no more posts this week, and I probably won’t be doing much reading (bummer). I am hella freaked out about having a scalpel anywhere near my eyeballs, however, the prospect of getting my peepers fixed is thus far outweighing my anxiety over the surgeon having a sneezing fit while operating.

I will be back Monday y’all!

20 thoughts on “Truth Time.

  1. you are absolutely hilarious during something so serious as this!!!! I know you’ll be fine and I’ll keep you in my prayers :-) )

    call me if you need anything such as some delicious fake meat or someone to be your live closed captioning while you recover!! I’ll be there in a jiffy!!

  2. Oh poor Vesta!! Wait, hold on. Let me help you read this.

    POOR VESTA! I TOTALLY FEEL FOR YOU. I DON’T WANT A SCALPEL ANYWHERE NEAR MY EYES. IT IS SCARY – BUT THEY REALLY KNOW WHAT THEY ARE DOING.

    I FEEL FOR YOU ALSO BECAUSE MY EYE HAS BEEN FLIPPING OUT LATELY AND I WAS TOLD IT IS STARTING TO GET WONKY/LAZY AND NOT MOVE AS FAST AS THE OTHER ONE, AND MY FAMILY SAYS IT RUNS IN THE FAMILY AND I MAY NEED SURGERY TOO. SO I AM TOTALLY THINKING OF YOU AND ROOTING FOR YOU. YOU TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!!

    GOOD LUCK BUDDY!! HOPE IT GOES OKAY!!

  3. Oh nooo! I will be thinking of you!! I hope you have fabulous results and end up with bionic eyeballs, which you totally deserve for being brave enough to do this!!

    I am almost completely blind in my right eye, as my eyesight has deteriorated rapidly in that eye over the past two years for reasons unknown, and farsighted in my left eye. (Supa freak… supa freak… she’s supa freaky, YOWWW!). I have thus far refused lasiks due to extreme fear of sharp object near my eyeball.

    You are my hero.

    Much love to you, peanut.

    xoxo

  4. Oy. My eyes are a pain too, but not usually pain-FULL. What’s that saying? “Keep calm and carry a big stick”? Something. We will be anxiously awaiting your cocktails and advice on your return. Meanwhile it will be a long week in the blogosphere!

  5. Good luck, girlie. I will wish for steady hands for your doctor.

    But I can’t say that I’ll wait for you or anything. I mean, really. I am just too damn popular to sit around waiting whilst all those other hot bloggers are just throwing themselves at me. It’s a curse, really. And I’m only human. With needs damnit.

  6. Good luck with everything, girlfriend. I’ll be thinking about you. Oh, and never worry about getting around to reading me when/if you get around to it. No worries. PMS wipes out my drive to be social completely in any sense of the word, so I tend to disappear too.

  7. ARGH!!!!!! Oh Honey, I’m sending oodles of luck and good wishes your way. I was just thinking the other day which of my senses I’d be willing to give up for $1M and I came up totally empty, but I actually started foaming at the mouth when I thought about my sight. You know, cause this is the sort of nonsense keeping me awake through all hours of every night. Yeah. Anyway – please let us know how it goes!!!! xo

  8. Oh my. I hope your surgery goes well. I hope it goes so well that it is like being healed by a magical unicorn. And don’t worry about us, we understand completely why you might be MIA for awhile.

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