The Twitch

The Twitch

Due to STRESS and LIFE not being my favorite right now, my eyes have been burning lately.  And my limbs start feeling like I exercised very strenuously about 8:30 every evening, although odds are that I haven’t because I’m too tired to exercise mildly, much less strenuously.

Anyway, last evening Joey and I were driving home.  The weather was doing a creepy weird thing, a storm appeared to be blowing in from the East, but it was kind of a spotty storm with lots of sun.  Just about the time we arrived home, the hail began.

And not just any kinda hail, this was GOLF BALL SIZED hail.

To protect our one and only car, we slid into one of the covered spots at our complex (because we aren’t going to pay $20 a month for covered parking when it only hails a few times a year, duh) and hoped that its owner wouldn’t come home while we were sitting there.

The hail was coming down in large, bouncy blobs from the sky, and I really wanted to go run around in it to see how bad it hurt.  But I was wearing very long pants and heels, and the likelihood of me ruining my pants was high, so I refrained.

Joey and I sat in our car for awhile, watching the hail come down and bounce off the roof, grass, and other cars.

Then he said,  “OH MY GOSH.  Your eye is twitching.”

“NO!” I wailed.  “It’s not!  I can’t feel it!”

“Well, that doesn’t appear to matter because it is TOTALLY TWITCHING.  Really bad.  Have a look.”  He pulled down the mirror for me and I opened my eyes wide and stared into it.

“IT IS!” I screamed, slapping my hands on my face to cover my convulsing eye.

“It’s not that gross,” he said.  “Let me see it again.”

“No!” I said, pressing my hands in harder.  “It’s creepy.”

Joey peeled my hands off my face and looked at my eye.  Then he laughed.  “That’s awesome.  You really can’t feel it?”

“No, I can’t feel it.  And it’s not awesome, it’s disgusting.  Quit looking at it.”  I put my hands back up over my face again since Joey refused to turn his head away.

“It’s not that gross,” he repeated.  “Remember when my eye twitched for like three days and only stopped twitching when I accidentally overslept my alarm?”

“I remember that,” I said.  “But I’m still not letting you look at it again.”

Somewhere between 6:00 and 10:00 my eye stopped twitching, to my great joy and delight.

So, I woke my burning, twitchy eyes up this morning and then proceeded to infuse them with caffeine, on an empty stomach no less, and my eye twitch is back.  I have serious jibblies on top of the eye twitch, but at least it’s Thursday.  Right?  It IS Thursday?!

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About jennawoestman

Joey is my best friend. We welcomed our miracle baby, Analie Alexa on November 23, 2010. She was 7 lbs of cuteness and we are so thankful for her. We lost our first baby (who we symbolically named Samuel) the summer of 2009. I love being a Christian, even when it's hard. I've tried IVF. Twice. It worked. Once. That's how we got Analie. I'm always willing to talk about infertility. Diagnosis: Stage 4 Endometriosis (plus a few other bonus things) I'm live in Indiana. I enjoy reading and going for walks in the evening. I get my news from NPR. Someday I want to be a guest on Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me. I love backpacking, hiking, canoeing and survival camping. I'm a big fan of weekends. My bike's name is Thunder. I'm a youth pastor's wife. I dig cows. I don't handle stress well. I'm not good at fishing; I talk too much. Cooking and baking are my favorite. I love hanging out with my girlfriends! I'm a budding environmentalista. I love me my Joey. Texas is where we "came of age". I enjoy seeing animals and want my very own Alpaca. And Koala. And Panda. Conservation is beautiful. I'm a neat freak. I like all-natural, chemical-free, environmentally-friendly products. Green is my favorite color. Still.

2 Responses »

  1. I get the eye twitch too when I haven’t had adequate sleep. Then, I over-caffeinate and fuel the twitchiness.

  2. It is Thursday.

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