The best laid plans...

I had intended to post a riveting summary of my action-packed day, which consisted of not one, not two, but THREE soccer games in gorgous, sunny, 80-degree weather.

However, after 230 minutes of soccer in the sun, my brain is like an ooey gooey glob of cooked oatmeal--and let me tell you, oatmeal-head significantly dulls a girl's writing skills.

But here's the gist of what I wanted to say--while my vision was truly suck-a-riffic for each of the three games, I feel tremendously lucky for the fact that my craptastic vision is my only symptom to date.

I'll try to expand on this topic a bit in the next day or two, when I'm forming cohesive sentences again.

Until then, I think I can actually hear my bed calling me... so good night.

The Lighter side of Visual Tweaking (aka: My Lesions Have a Sense of Humor)

Earlier today, I was reading the literature accompanying my prescription for non-steroidal anti-inflammatory (for the eye pain), and I noted a strange statement (in very small print, might I add):

CONTACT YOUR DOCTOR IMMEDIATELY if you experience sudden severe headache, vomiting, dizziness, or farting.

You can’t make this stuff up…

Note: Upon further review, I realized that the literature did indeed say “fainting,” not “farting." I blame this visual inaccuracy entirely on my lesions. With a sense of humor like this, I think the lesions and I are going to get along just fine.