Eye Pod Drama

This weekend I had such I-Pod troubles and eye troubles. For those of you who haven’t been privy to my laser eye surgery drama, it’s still going on. I fully can’t see and my doctor’s a total ass. I think he just sits on his pile of millions in his fancy office with a view of the ocean and could care less about helping actual patients. Why do eye doctors always claim to be “The first doctor in the universe to perform LASIK!” They can’t possibly have all been the first, but I was suckered in, and now I’m paying for it in the form of one wonk-eye. I won’t go into but basically I’ve been to this guy’s office more times then most of my friends’ houses. I wave hi to the janitor as I walk in and I basically have my own parking lot in the building. So today I was given a million more eye drops which I now have to use every hour on the hour while I’m awake. And – this part might freak you eye woosies out – I can taste the eye drops. This is apparently totally normal. Your eye is connected to your throat, a fun-with-human-biology fact I would have rather not known. So to sum it up without boring you guys about eyeballs, I don’t like my eye doctor, I’ve actually cried in his office, and now my daddy’s going to call him and give him a talking to. For real. I’ll let you know what happens.

Now to move on to more interesting I’s. On Friday my I-pod starting whirring and clunking more then usual when it changed songs. Then all of sudden it died. I spent the past two days of free time on my computer surfing the apple website trying to fix it. I’ve done everything under the sun, next to throwing my computer out a window, which will probably happen next. My I-Pod made a little sad face at me and there actually was a listing on the apple website called “Is your I-Pod showing a sad face?” Yes, my I-Pod is very sad. I’ve uninstalled my I-Pod, reinstalled it, updated it, restored it, rocked it to sleep and given it a bath. Hmm.. maybe the bath wasn’t a good idea. But the darn thing doesn’t want to work. And it’s exactly 13 months old, which is exactly one month after the warranty expires. Damn you Steve Jobs.

So I’m a sad Mac now. Just imagine me at home with one eye closed, writing this blog, and hopelessly petting my dead I-pod, trying to convince it to come back to life for just a few hours so that I can take it the gym. I promised I would be nice to it and take all the Britney Spears songs off it if it wants.

In other news, I’m going snowboarding on Saturday. I’ve never snowboarded before and I’m kind of scared. I’ve only skied. And I stopped doing that because last time I went skiing I recall being hit from behind on my skies and taking a 20 foot tumble down the hill and almost breaking my femur. The guy who hit me got his lift ticket taken away and was escorted off the mountain. I however now have a fear of snow. This week just isn’t going my way.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to put an eye drop in.