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pyoor_excuse ([personal profile] pyoor_excuse) wrote2007-06-10 10:11 am

Ouch :(

So I'm meant to be doing the car, my plan was 'service the car, fit the new brakelight switch, if I get time carry on with the bathroom'. Unfortunately, I slept like crap - it was too hot (I had the fan on, which probably didn't help with...) - and my eyes were sore; so sore. I woke up this morning and looked in the mirror, it looks like I've not slept for weeks; my eyes are a vivid red - closing them hurts, opening them hurts. I *seriously* need some different meds, and I suspect, eyedrops from the GP.

I'm hoping they'll refer me to the allergy clinic, because the drugs don't work anymore... Basically, every time I go they put me on different drugs, and every time they work for a year and then after a year they stop working. I should, if I'd've thought about it, have switched to one of my other meds that I've got kicking around from previous prescriptions.

Anyhow, so I went to pick up the Viva yesterday; there are artists in this world, and there are also people like Elmyr de Hory; and the chap who welded the Viva - clearly a talented metal worker; the quality of his panels is incredible; it's beautiful. Unfortunately, like the work of Elmyr de Hory it's also fake. The patches merely hide the rust, they don't cure it. Still, it'll do for a few years, and it stops people falling out of the car ;-)

Hopefully it also means that an MOT pass is not so far away as to be impossible. We hope.

I'm thinking, given how crap I'm feeling, I may get someone else to do the service. I'd been considering it because I don't actually have a decent Jack or axle stands here; but my eyes are so sore that I think the minimum I have to do (i.e. putting the interior back in) is probably not an unreasonable thing to do.

Look, I found what appears to be a lone internet cafe!

[identity profile] bluwyngz.livejournal.com 2007-06-10 11:19 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, sweetie. Uck. I'm so sorry your eyes are acting up so badly. ):

:: feels a strong desire to jump back up to England and take care of you, but sends you hugs and cool washrags instead ::