In the ten minutes or so that my semi-clear vision will last, allow me to explain my absence and lack of comment on the actual passage of the health "reform" bill.
I can't fricking see.
I thought it was a lingering wonky feeling from seeing Alice in Wonderland in 3-D (thanks to my extreme near-sightedness), or seasonal allergies, but it turns out that I have some sort of something or other around my cornea (not ulcers, but abrasions? the doctors both just said that "it looks a little... punky") and it's infected. Cipro drops three times a day wasn't cutting it-- and the infection has started to spread to my other eye-- so I'm on a different antibiotic now being administered hourly. And I'm off to the eye clinic soon. In the meantime, I can't really see except for a little time following me literally rinsing my eyes out. My bad eye is painfully sensitive to light, not to mention really disgusting looking. My good eye is starting to go the same route. Of course, today is the career fair-- and with my job prospects being so poor, I NEED to go. Except... I look a fright and I can barely see to put on makeup or iron my pants properly. And of course, today is as bright as can be and my eye is so very gross that I need to get an eyepatch or something. Isn't that just a GREAT way to make an impression? It's Popeye with cataracts. Elle Driver's fatter, red-haired, and near-sighted sister. Hey, maybe they'll take pity and hire me as a handicap quota thing.
My vision is starting to cloud back up, so I'd better run.