Saturday, August 11, 2012

my stye, out takes, and what was that?

I realized after posting about our trip to Glacier that I forgot to mention a couple of things.

After our bug omen, late start, near miss car crash, and near death event with the gas pump, when we finally arrived in Helena, I realized there was something wrong with my right eye.  It hurt to blink.  And it really hurt if I rubbed it.

I checked it out in the hotel mirror and immediately spotted a red area that looked like it had a sesame seed stuck to it.  Yep.  A stye.  It lasted the entire time we were there and is still a bit tender.  We all know I'm a baby about pain, and this was apparently no exception, or at least that's what I took from my conversation with Jr over dinner one night when he said my eye must be really bothering me because I was kind of grumpy.  Like, was it me or was it my cranky stye talking?

Yeh, it hurt.  We googled stye and learned that as much as Jr wanted to poke or squeeze or scratch it off, the recommended treatment was to hold warm compresses on it several times a day while waiting for it to heal on its own.  Jack suggested we pick up some neosporin, which we did, which I used, even though the label specifically states "Not for use in eyes".  Jack pointed out I wasn't putting it in my eye, but only near my eye.  Except that of course it got smeared into my eye and made everything look really blurry.

Yeh.  I was probably a bit whiny about the stye.  Or it was whiny about me.

For your viewing pleasure, I'll next post several pictures that didn't make the first post about our Glacier trip.

 He had a good time too...his eyes are smiling.
 This is Jr getting on his horse.  And if you look carefully, you can see my leg poking straight out as I try to get my hip joint back in the socket so I can sit on that wide-bodied animal...yes, baby about pain me.
 Have you ridden a horse as an adult?  It kills your knees and makes you walk funny when you get off...

And one other thing.  While we were driving home through Montana, we noticed these shiny new unmarked trucks that looked like armored cars.  And in front of every one of them, was a shiny new unmarked semi.  The windows were tinted nearly black so you couldn't see inside.  And there were several other vans and trucks loaded with equipment and tools.  There were a bunch of these various vehicles, all totally unmarked, but all with US government license plates.  Some kind of secret convoy driving across Montana.

When we stopped for gas, Jack noticed one of the vehicles was also there getting gas, so he approached the driver and asked him what they were doing and said we'd seen them all driving along together.  

The guy totally ignored Jack.  Acted like he wasn't even there.  Like if I don't look at you, you can't see me.

When I came out of the restroom, Jack said maybe I should ask the guy what they were up to but as I started towards the truck, Jack pointed out that maybe I should really just get in the truck since I'd already had the border patrol upset with me and we didn't need one more run in with the government, right?

But seriously, what was that whole convoy about?  What the heck is going on in Montana?

  Jazz hands everybody!

Finally, just want to confirm that Canadians really do say "eh."  Frequently.  And the ones we met were all such nice people.  Especially the border patrol.  Real friendly while they were searching our suitcases.  Eh.

1 comment:

Jessie said...

I had a Canadian friend who said "hey" all the time, instead of eh. Maybe it was just a different accent. :)

Sounds like you had a great time, and the pictures are beautiful. Wish we could've been there. But my feet and ankles are grateful we stopped traveling.