So, my eye compress is a water concoction (salt, honey, lemon-lime tea) and hand towels. I did a bunch of them again tonight (I'm about to put the Systane in my eyes for tonight.)
I also treated an issue going on with my back, since I asked for tonight off of work (did last night as well.)
I'm going to try to do these treatments at least 2x per week in the future, and I'm going to try to do the hot compresses twice per night at work. I just need to find a place (like, well, the master bathroom there) where I can clean up any mess the hot compresses make easily.
Anyway, my eyes feel 100% better. They don't look 100% better - whatever is going on with my right eye is being really stubborn and it is still bloodshot. But it doesn't feel nearly as irritable.
Tomorrow I have to get back onto graduate certificate/graduate school stuff. I'm looking at doing nursing prerequisite work and while doing that also looking at a social work program and an MFT program. I haven't been on it lately, 'cause of my eyes. This is why I have to stay on top of preventative care.
Since Taylor contacted me at 10:00PM it was really tempting to tell him how I had asked for tonight off of work and actually had nothing to do. But I don't really feel safe around Taylor. I don't mean like he's dangerous, I mean, there just isn't that emotional attachment there yet, and because he already does things that don't exactly boost my confidence, I was not exactly going to invite him over.
Plus, the apartment's sort of a mess right now. The living room and kitchen are mostly a courtesy of Kevin (how did he do that in a day?). My room isn't exactly that clean either right now - I just brought in a ton of crap for making goodie bags, I need to get a load of work clothes done, there's materials from my eye compresses all over the bathroom, etc. If Jessica had wanted to hang out (not that she ever would this late) we'd have avoided the house because she hates messes. If Jordan had wanted to hang out, I'd have just cleaned the living room/kitchen area up, 'cause he knows about my living situation. Taylor does not.
Plus, Taylor wants to have metaphysical discussions, and I'll be quite honest: My mind is focused on my eyes and Jordan right now, and more specifically, the way I feel about Jordan, and how I can't wait for those feelings to go away (not to say I'm not also sad, but when your libido is winning over your rational brain 3:1* and the main person you're attracted to cannot give two fucks about you, it is for the best, for the love of God, I can't wait til he's out of the country and I no longer know his phone number.)
Fortunately, I don't work til a bit later tomorrow. I'll have time to do this stuff between compresses.
Anyway. Time for the Systane treatment. (I have a love/hate relationship with that stuff. I love it because my eyes feel so great afterward. I hate it because it makes me blind.)
*In past years, I have had zero sex drive/libido to speak of - which was fine, because I also have a sexual dysfunction. And honestly, since I've gotten one, I don't know what the fuck to do with it, because I can't do the thing it's kinda made for. Or maybe I could, with some time/patience, but I don't have that type of relationship with anyone.
I heard women's sex drives go up a lot in their thirties so maybe that's why this is happening. I don't appreciate it. It could at least do me a solid and refocus on someone with mutual attraction. Sadly, increased libido does not mean decreased monogamy: Still crush on only one person at a time.