Recovery, 3rd Edition.

I saw my BFF again yesterday. He said it’s getting better, although he did say, somewhat under his breath, that it's deep. I'm assuming he's referring to the chunk of my eye the chemical ate. Deep is bad but better is good. Right? I'm going with it...

We have another date next Friday, but my routine has not changed: Drops. Tape. Pain. Drops. Tape. Pain. It’s a wonderful life, isn’t it?

Okay so it really is, because I’m off to Doheny tomorrow to camp with the fam. Don’t be jealous now ;)