The King-Mother Of All Promises . . .
And it was kept. I’m amazed. Yet extremely happy, because there is a note from Jason. On Monday, and yesterday, he came over, too. Monday, I got back from work, my eyes bothering the heck out of me, I went up to the bathroom, to pour Visine into them, and I go into Mike’s room, and who’s there, but Jason. Well, I already babbled about this in another entry, but just the same, he promisd to note me, and I already ranted on how he hadn’t. He did know, though, that I probably wasn’t going to go up there on Wed. because of my eyes. So, Wed., I get a phone call, and Dad says that it’s for either me or Mike, whoever wants to pick up. So, I did, since I was downstairs, and Mike was arguing with the computers for the wireless cable whatchamacallit. I was expecting it to be Denny or maybe Matt, or even Dolly. But, I said hi, and the one on the other side sounded a bit odd, but I still thought it was probably Denny. Then he said something else, and I was like, ‘wait a minute.’ And I said, “You’re not Denny, are you?”
Yep, it was Jason. He said he didn’t have his other class, and did I want him to come over? So, I said sure, and we talked for a little while, while he made it to his car in the recesses of the parking lot at Kean. And we hung out here, but my eyes started really bothering me, so for the last twenty or so minutes that he was here, I had my eyes shut. Yet, I was still able to give him my exasperated looks. How funny is that? It’s good to know, even blind, that I can intimidate someone. Lol.
Before he left, he promised me that he would leave me a note, or something, SOME form of contact. He said he would renew my faith in him. And that’s where the entry title comes in. To quote him, “I’m making the King-mother of all promises.” ::Shakes his head:: “. . . . Queen-mother! The Queen-mother of all promises.” ::Looks at me:: “That’s gonna be an entry title, isn’t it?”
And I get online today, and I do see a note from him. So, I’m happy. I guess, and I did know this, I just didn’t KNOW it . . . I guess I mean I needed to relearn it; that with friendship, you’re constantly working at it. At things about it, at nuances in it. There isn’t just one solution that will solve things for the people involved. I’m just glad that for now, this seems to have been taken care of. I’ve just got to remember: faith waxes and wanes, but he’ my best friend. And I hope I never lose that.
Speaking of losing things, I am going to an eye doctor today to see if they can figure out what’s wrong with my eyes. I’m really worried about them. I mean, these past almost two weeks, I’ve literally had to go around my house, just feeling my way along. I’ve been as good as blind for good porions of the day, and I can’t stand it. It’s one of my fears. Being blind is. I wouldn’t be ale to survive. Well, okay, I would if I absolutely had to, but . . . to never see someone’s face again, to never take out a journal, and just rant into it in hand writing, to never . . .
God, it’s terrifying. I do everything because of my eyes. I read, I draw, I write, I type . . . I’d be able to get along somehow. I’d have to, because I’m nowhere near done with my novels. I have to finish them, because these stories need to be told. I don’t want to be blind . . .
::Sighs:: Well I should go. I’ll update when I know what the doctor says.
–Notes–
Are your eyes just really really irritated? I highly doubt you are going blind. You probably have a severe eye allergy. You get greasy topical ointment to treat such an ailment. Instant results…I hope that’s all you have. “Allergy Eyes.” But like I said before saline solution/drops will not cure it. [Jill*Rose]