Party Poker Blog

I'm sorry folks. Poker is coming, I swear.

Old age sucks. Hitting 40 has made me crabby and prone to hitting bed by 10pm.

Truth be told, it's been a freaky week because apparently on Sunday, blood vessels exploded in my left eye, causing the white in my eye to turn a dark shade of cloudy deep red. It's pretty gross and frightening.

Co-workers are running away from me in abject horror. My lunch buddies refuse to eat with me unless I wear an eye-patch (solution: they chose duct tape).

It's extremely disconcerting.

I finally went to an eye specialist today who did all sorts of tests and was very surprised to find that I still have 20-20 vision.

At the end of the tedium, he told me I had two options.

He could give me some eye drops to treat my eye, and at the end of the week, it would be fine.

Or I could choose to let it heal on it's own, and at the end of seven days, it would be fine.

Ophthalmologist humor. Who knew?

That being said, I chose the latter.