Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Who Ate My Cake?

Yesterday was one of those days. I woke up a bucket of emotions. It all started with my contacts. I've been needing to go to the eye doctor for about 6 months now but Scott and I switched our insurance a while ago and my eye doctor (who I loved) wasn't covered under it anymore. So I just kept putting it off. You're supposed to change out your contacts once a week but they'll tell you, you can stretch it to twice a week. I've had the same pair of contacts in my eyes for 6 months. You read that right--six months. As you can imagine, for the last probably 2 months they have been irritating my eyes like crazy. Still, I just kept putting off finding a new eye doctor. Finally yesterday I just couldn't take it anymore. I called Scott crying (how ridiculous is that) because my contacts were irritating me and I was frustrated because I just wanted to go to the doctor I've always gone to that I really like. I was also frustrated because my prescription hasn't changed in 12 years and I just wish I could run in and pick up some new contacts when I need them but they make you get your eyes checked every year before they hand out new contacts which is just extra, extra annoying to me. Scott texted me some eye doctor numbers and the first one I called, they happened to have an opening. So I went and everything was normal just like it has been for the last 12 years and I got some new contacts so all was okay in life again. The doctor told me he couldn't believe that I didn't mess up my cornea from wearing the same pair of contacts for so long. I've really got to get better about getting new contacts but it's such a pain to me.
Then I came home really looking forward to a slice of cake I had been saving from my baby shower. This cake was extra delicious and I almost ate it after I had lunch but I thought to myself "no I'm going to save it for an afternoon snack." My mouth was salivating just thinking about how yummy my snack was going to be and as I was going to the kitchen to fetch it, I noticed it was gone. I asked Scott what happened to my cake and he told me his dad ate it!!! What? WHAT???? I wanted to cry---again.

Thankfully my hormone levels are back to normal today but I am still angry about my stolen slice of cake.

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