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The cake ended up getting 2 cups of blueberries in the cake itself, instead of half a cup. The agreement on that side is all positive, we LIKE it that way. (That's not counting the half cup sprinkled on top, so there's a LOT of blueberries in this cake.) The cake? Scrumptious. And a lot like coffee cake. Just talking about it has me wanting some.
Next. I have a cyst on one eyelid, my right one. It hasn't gone away, in spite of doctor's visits and lancing it. I get to visit a specialist to get rid of it, and that's already scheduled, but not until 7:15 am on Aug. 16th. In the meantime, if I sleep lying down, and sometimes when I sleep sitting up, the goddamned thing ends up pressing down on my eyeball and it HURTS, which means I wake up, have to pry the eyelid open with my finger, and then hot compress it. I am also officially sick of feeling like there's a grain of dirt in my eye all the time.
Next. I have a cyst on one eyelid, my right one. It hasn't gone away, in spite of doctor's visits and lancing it. I get to visit a specialist to get rid of it, and that's already scheduled, but not until 7:15 am on Aug. 16th. In the meantime, if I sleep lying down, and sometimes when I sleep sitting up, the goddamned thing ends up pressing down on my eyeball and it HURTS, which means I wake up, have to pry the eyelid open with my finger, and then hot compress it. I am also officially sick of feeling like there's a grain of dirt in my eye all the time.
(I woke up that way again, this morning, so I am kvetching.)
That is all.