I think I got biofreeze in my eye

Or...at least on my lower eye lid.

My last patient (err...actually I only had 2 patients to treat today so it's also my 2nd patient) required biofreeze during her treatment to her shoulders.

No problem. That is one of the reasons I carry gloves. I put them on, did the deed and washed my hands afterward.

I'm not so sure of the integrity of these gloves.

Unless, I'm getting a stye.

That could be the case. Why do we get styes?

Ughhhh...Nooooo. I hope I'm not getting one.

The kids and I have been feeling sick lately. I don't know what it is. Is it the house?

Some funky stuff has been going on around here.

LIKE....

This one night, I was making the rounds through the house checking on each of the kids and I noticed that Devyn might be cold. I went into another room and got a blanket for him. I covered him and went back to bed. I was sound asleep so later when I hear Devyn calling out to me about being cold, I thought..what tha fuck?
I got up, went to his room and started feeling around for the blanket I placed on him earlier (the light was off). It wasn't on the bed. Then I started feeling on the floor for it. Not there.
I gave up and told Devyn to cover his eyes cause I was going to turn on the light. When I did, I saw the blanket on a chest far north of his head where he wouldn't have been able to place it.

I KNOW I PUT IT ON HIM!

So that morning, when I woke the kids for school, I asked Dom and Miah about if they had moved the blanket or picked it up from the floor.
They didn't know anything about it.

Anyway. Something creepy is going on in this house.

BTW, I went and picked up the kids from school JUST NOW and went to my grandmother's cause she told me she had food and the kids wanted to see her ....(breathe in/breathe out) and..... my eye started feeling better.

It's not a stye.

Thank God! I googled it and was worried that you guys were going to think I was running around with some disease in my eye. Of course, a stye is not a disease.

But still.....

I AM NOT DIRTY!

Must have been biofreeze afterall.

(damn...I think I need to continue my meds)

New Tactic...gone bad.

I thought I had found a new tactic for getting my husband to take care of things around the house.....at least for the day.
Here's how...
I went to the dentist yesterday. I got a couple of fillings in on the top left teeth.

(BTW-I didn't get any more "sneaky pics" of my dentist, I tried but they were highly embarrassing photos of his ceiling, cabinet, lights...even my ear. Guess I'll hold on to my day job after all).

Anyway, he shot me up with lidocane again. The other times were on the bottom back row of teeth so the injections were no biggie...this time they were so close to my nose. I was there and worried about picking up the kids on time so I texted my husband and asked if he will be able to because of my situation. He got off work early to get them. I finally got out and went home and he was there sitting on the couch. I sat next to him and showed him the many funky faces I could make with my upper lip being numb. I couldn't drink cause I couldn't pucker. I couldn't sip from a spoon for the same reason.

He thought it was pretty funny.

After a while, my upper lip started to itch because the numbness was starting to wear off. THEN..it hit me. My nose started to become irritated because it felt like I was inhaling too much air from it. I was starting to feel a little pain from the injection site. (keep in mind..I said 'little pain').

BUT...I sooooo overplayed it.

I, being the wife and mother, hardly ever get sick and when/if I do no one really takes care of me. no one brings me soup and lays with me and checks on me or covers me. So..here was my chance. I'm running with it.

Angel (my husband) decided he was going to do laundry for me and cook dinner for the kids. I mentioned that we have some hamburger helper in the pantry so he goes and gets it. I'm laying on the couch watching my shows (Medium and Bones) eating ice-cream......cause well, I told him it helps my 'pain'.

He has already started dinner and is gathering clothes for the laundry. My shows are over and I am tired. I decided to go and lay in bed. I did ask him a couple times if he needs my help. "Nope", he said. "Okaaaay".

Later he sends Devyn to ask me what I was doing. I get up to check what he needed and well...The food is undercooked (the pasta anyway). I explain that he has to bring it all to a boil THEN let it simmer...Okay....back on track.

Back to bed.

He comes back in later to tell me that...well...not to scrape the pan, just get the food on top cause it burnt.
*sigh*

Now I pictured a little burned.

This morning, I wake up. He's gone to work. I go to the kitchen and there is this pan on the stove with what looks like a full pan of food. But, it's actually a full pan of charred remains. ( I really should let him stick to cooking on the grill).

Clothes are ALLLLL over the place, living room. dining room. hall.

This, ladies and gentlemen, is what happens when you become a teensie bit coniving.

It appears my plan has backfired. My instincts told me I should have aborted this whole operation back when the food was undercooked.

Now..I am in charge of damage control.

On a brighter note...One of my best friends is coming this Friday for the weekend to see me. I've known her since our oldest kids were 3 (10 yrs). She only lives 2 hrs away so we see each other frequently.

She lost her job and is looking to move up here where I am. Unfortunately, in Sept. I will be moving down to the Valley where she is currently living. We are going to go out and Angel is going to hang with the kids. She wants to find a chick to hook up with (she's a lesbian).
I have a ton of lesbian friends. Angel was always afraid that they were going to gang up on me and convert me to lesbianism. I had to explain to him that it isn't exactly how it works. Girls like me...yes.Some even hit on me. Am I interested in girlies?...NO. I mean..I will see a pretty girl and think she's pretty or has a great body, but No, not into girls.

I prefer my Angel.

Either way, I guess I'll be out scouting for chicks for her this weekend.