Another quiet day. We hung around the house, there was lots of naked time, I played the Sims, he worked on the tank and helped me set up said Sims. Let me tell you, it's one big gay party in Stacy's Sim world- all of Dave Matthews Band (except Stefan, who is an elementary school boy), Joxur from Xena, Mr.Scorpio from the Simpsons, Dennis Miller, Jimmy Carter, and many more. Ann Richards and Janeane Garofalo are also there; maybe they should hook up.
Tomorrow I go in for the allergy study. I have no problem with needles at all, so all the blood draws and such don't bother me at all. It's the glaucoma test. Apparently they're going to poke me in the eye to check for this. I have always been extremely sensitive about anything coming near my eyes; it's one reason I don't wear make-up because my eyes water constantly when pencils or brushes or whatever approach them. So now I'm going to let someone deliberately poke me in the eye. Maybe if I told them that I smoke my weight in weed every week so there's no way I could have glaucoma, I can get out of it? No, they can probably test for that. *sigh*, and *wince*
Tomorrow I go in for the allergy study. I have no problem with needles at all, so all the blood draws and such don't bother me at all. It's the glaucoma test. Apparently they're going to poke me in the eye to check for this. I have always been extremely sensitive about anything coming near my eyes; it's one reason I don't wear make-up because my eyes water constantly when pencils or brushes or whatever approach them. So now I'm going to let someone deliberately poke me in the eye. Maybe if I told them that I smoke my weight in weed every week so there's no way I could have glaucoma, I can get out of it? No, they can probably test for that. *sigh*, and *wince*