* I am doing a review and giveaway that is SO amazing...I'm excited for me and for whoever among you gets to win it! I can't do it justice right now so I won't even try, but look for that post soon and the upshot for me PERSONALLY is that I get a free pair of prescription glasses (my first in nearly six years--yes I have had these frames AND these lenses for that long)!
* I just got a job offer from Temp Agency #1 in which I will make as much money per week as I usually do in a month of working fulltime for the next three weeks. Obviously that is a wonderful thing.
* Then after work today, which finished early, I went to the eye doctor to get my prescription checked (I was pretty sure it had changed a lot, since my vision has started to suck pretty badly) and found out I'm going blind. Yeah. BLIND. Not maybe, and not even from ONE progressive eye disease, OH NO, but TWO of them. The first one was not a surprise, since I have it on both sides of my family, but the youngest person on either side to need treatment was in their late forties so I wasn't expecting to hear at thirty-three that the eye doctor was just SO terribly sorry my corneal issues rule me out as a candidate for any type of eye surgery and I needed to start medication for it immediately like RIGHTNOW. The second one she was more like "I...yeah...I don't even have the EQUIPMENT to tell you what kind of ____ it is, you'll need laser retinal mapping for that, but it's DEFINITELY ____" and when my face fell because I had heard of _____ before she consolingly said "well, but...in RARE cases it's JUST A CATARACT!" in a "hey, maybe you won the lottery, wouldn't THAT be exciting!" kind of tone and I looked at her and said "wouldn't a cataract need--" and her face fell. "Surgery. I...I'm very sorry. The good news is that treatment won't change you prescription, so you can go ahead and order those free glasses," she finished lamely. "I just don't have the machine in my office to measure your pupils, so you'll have to go inside to the optical shop" (this was the eye doctor at the local Big Box Store). I took my prescription and left, feeling numb, and the numbness lasted until I couldn't find my membership card and went to get a new one. "No problem," said the clerk, "I just need to see your driver's license and I'll give you a new card." I went to get that and there was the membership card (which I'd searched my wallet for three times already) and I started to say "oh, whoops, I guess maybe I'm just--" and I was going to say "blind" and instead kind of sobbed in her face. "It's okay! That happens to a lot of people, I see it at least once a day...?" said the membership clerk, before she realized that clearly I wasn't really beating myself up about the card and was instead in the midst of an acute mental health challenge. I didn't even try to explain myself, just walked away.
* So I bought myself an iPhone. As a consolation present.
* It didn't work. I am still really, really depressed and now I ALSO don't know how to work my phone.