Confessions To My Therapist

(…that’s my beauty therapist Grin)

Lashes, lashes… lovely lashes!

Chapter 7

Dearest Heila

I have no idea what to say.

If I tell you what’s happened, you won’t believe me.

I should have told you about my sensitive eyes, before my appointment, and even when you applied my lovely lashes… and at least asked you what your wonderful eye drops are.

I probably should have called you last week… or even this morning.

After yesterday’s ‘black smoke Tuesday’…my eyes watered and watered, and after I washed them with Baby Shampoo they seemed to get better. I had a couple of the lashes from my left eye come off, (and after last week’s few) I was a bit worried. I tried to figure out how to stick them back on… or attach them, but no joy.

Once my eyes stopped burning and I could see into the mirror, I realised the lashes I lost didn’t make that much difference, and were probably only noticeable to me. *Sigh*

This morning when I woke up, my eyes were gummy and stuck together…
I managed to get my right eye open slightly, so I could stumble to the bathroom.
I washed and rinsed, and used the baby shampoo, rubbed a little, washed and rinsed some more.

And oh my gosh… when I finally got my left eye open, I had a clump of lashes in between my fingers. I swear, I don’t know how they got there.

I didn’t want to look in the mirror… but I just had to.

There is this gap between my beautiful lashes, unevenness has new meaning for me… and worse than that, my own eye lashes came with the lushes lashes. *Sigh*

My eyes are clean, and they’ve stopped watering, and they aren’t red anymore… and well, Jess is on the bed laughing hysterically like a hyena.

I don’t think it looks that bad… I’m sure no one would notice if I used a bit of mascara.

Just in case, I’ve made an appointment for ‘fills’ …I know it’s been nearly four weeks… or maybe it’s been four weeks already. *Sigh*

Downfallen Lashes,
Mands