just like old times

your damn friend: i went to the doctor
your damn friend: and he gave me like
your damn friend: this eyedrop
your damn friend: with like
your damn friend: steroids and an antibiotic or something idk
your damn friend: he was like IDK WHAT'S WRONG! :D
jay: wow...
jay: LMAO
jay: BUT TAKE STEROIDS!!
your damn friend: yes
jay: HAHAHAHAhahahahHAaAaAAa
your damn friend: LMFAO
jay: is what he said
jay: yes
your damn friend: the steroids are for the swelling
your damn friend: or
your damn friend: something
jay: steroids decrease swelling?
your damn friend: according to my eye doctor!
jay: you sure that was the real doctor? Like, he didn't reschedule you for 30 minutes before your appointment? As you walked out, did you notice a doctor walking toward your room while the "eye doctor" jumped out the window and into his '87 Volvo?
your damn friend: LMFAO

and that is my day so far.

now i get to hop in the car with my brother, his girlfriend, and my father and mother, and drive eight hours to mississippi.  AWESOME, except not really, at all.  my eye hurts like a bitch and i want it to JUST STOP HURTING RIGHT NOW, PLEASE.

every time someone asks what's wrong i say, "it feels like i was punched in the eye."  it's weird to know what that feels like from experience.  THE EXPERIENCE OF HAVING BEEN HIT IN THE EYE.

oh, childhood.  we had such good times together.

...i would kill for some sweet tea right now.