A-motherfucking-MAZE-BALLS!

I woke up with something in my eye. My right eye, to be precise. The one with the Papilloma Eyelid. Now, mind you, I am not referring to that as being the source of the irritation, as it is not. It is a discreet area to the right of it (as I see it looking out, not in a mirror). 

So to the right of my vision, off in the corner, there is this area that feels like a grain of sand or a worn dry spot that needs to be flushed, massaged or in some other way unfucked, so I can start my day. But that was hours ago and didn't happen. 

However, my left eye's area of concern, the sclera cysts in the right lower quadrant (again as viewed out of my optical), the area I refer to as "the bubbly patch," on account of it looks like a fried egg that sizzled a little too hot, now looks as if there is nothing wrong with it. Now, also, mind you that I'm looking at it through my other eye, the one with the irritation which, while not affecting the vision, could be producing some alterations of perception, nonetheless. 

Or I could just be a little stoned. Not much, since I'm a pro now and don't get overly high with a couple of tokes. But could it possibly be that my revolving wheel of symptoms has passed the torch to the other eye as my source of troubling anxiety while not allowing me to celebrate the victory of its passing? 

I AM taking notice. But it's like each time a persistent problem relinquishes its grasp, the next one is ready in the queue. So I am reacting to it appropriately, I think. A-motherfucking-MAZE-BALLS!