Just when I thought there was light at the end of the tunnel . . .

I realized it was really the giant headlight of a 125-car freight train.  : /

We are so close to the end of the year.  So close to making it to 2012 without another doctor visit, or worse.

So close . . . until today.

M had been complaining about her eye.  She's always complaining about something, so we ignored her.  This morning we couldn't ignore her any longer.

G took her to the convenient care.  And then he took her to the eye clinic.  She has a scratched cornea . . . again.  The doctor said he couldn't give her anything for her pain because it would cause her eye to become infected.  Makes absolutely no sense to me.  She does have a teeny tiny, super-expensive bottle of eye drops (combination of steroids and antibiotics) that she has to use twice a day for two days and then once a day for three days.  I hope she doesn't run out before the five days are up.

I know I should be glad that this happened while she was home instead of at school (like the first time).  And I should also be glad that she was able to be seen by the highly regarded eye clinic.  I should be really glad that we have insurance and that this episode is covered under major medical rather than optical, especially since the eye clinic doesn't take our optical insurance.

I should be glad -- like dancing around and toasting with champagne GLAD -- but I'm not.  Instead I'm pissed that this is just one more crappy thing in a year full of crappy things.  A year full of expensive, crappy things.

But what I need to remember is that there is always light at the end of the tunnel, and that light is called Jesus.  He came to bring light and life, even to whiners like me.

Thanks be to God!