Monday, May 25, 2009

It's in the eyes...

My poor Mister is not well. And he's got the Doctor title, and he still isn't well. One would think that Doctors of whatever sort never got ill. Miskin, this one is. And what's funny is that he's not the kind of stay-in-bed ill, this time he's got a red inflamed eye. Kind of Cyclops, but no that's not quite right, Cyclops had only one eye poor thing. I remember being a little child playing with monster cards, and this Cyclops would come up time and time again. And I felt so sorry for him, at 6 years of age I thought it was so wrong to call this otherwise tame man a monster. It just wasn't right, it's not as if it was his fault, poor monster. And now for the Mister, he's got a really red eye which is making me think that his going on a mission of political transformation is after all very true indeed. So he's not waving the red flag, he's being very original, and going about with a red eye. Of course he's been to check (hypochondriac men!) and everything's fine, just a little inflammation behind the eye which could have been caused by a multitude of reasons. First day, I cuddled the Mister. Second day I avoided him. Third day I got sorry and disgusted by myself. Miskin, I think many men love that word when it comes between them and their female (or male) significant other. So what is it that's making it so red and rosy, perhaps, as my mother used to try and scare us, he's seen something he shouldn't have seen. And now God with his hand of iron (I don't think so) has punished him. Just as he did in the Bible's Old Testament, God liked punishing people then. He seems to have softened quite a bit now. And I recall that somewhere in the Bible, God or Jesus (they're separately one) say you should take your eye out if it means not sinning. Ok, my Mister would never have the guts to take it out. Me neither. So maybe it's a compromise, and it's all in the eyes. The family regret to announce they are unable to receive visitors at this time. No flowers by request but donations to AM's bank account will be greatly appreciated. Praise the Lord.