I didn't get nervous until this morning. I left the house without bringing several things I'd packed into a bag, which was hanging from the doorknob. I've been dropping things and tripping over my words all day, and even making more typos than usual.

Tomorrow, I'm having my second round of eye surgery. No, it's not laser, though I wish to hell that would work well for me. I'm having my eyes surgically straightened for the second, and hopefully the last, time. I had this done in 1997 and it worked out really well, until I was in a nasty car accident in 2001 and suffered a minor head injury. Within two months of the accident, it was confirmed that I was seeing double again.

The first operation required incisions in the inside corners of my eyes. This time out, they're going in to the outside corners. Close-up, I'm going to look like I got eye donations from the Bride of Frankenstein.

Probably the worst part of eye surgery for me is not being able to use my eyes for a few days afterwards. I vaguely recall DH having to guide me from the car into our apartment last time, and I don't think I read, watched TV, etc for days. According to my surgeon, I reported pain and inability to open my eyes comfortably the day after surgery last time. Eeek. This time, I'm stocked up on Nyquil and leftover Tylenol with Codeine (baby 1, baby 2, wisdom teeth, wherever else I've gotten it) and I'm going to beg DH to dose me every four hours until I've slept off the worst of it.

What's truly fun is that I get to be at work Sunday night for an installation. Woo hoo! I'll get to wear my ugly-ass old-man shades over my glasses for that one. However, a week or two later, I get to wear just contacts again. Boy, will that be a relief. Anyway, pray for me....