I am afraid I am going to turn into a mole person. Or a bat. A bat would be much cooler with the flying and the sonar. I have spent the week with my eyes closed, forgetting how to blink was becoming a real fear. But I have listened to enough daytime TV to turn me into a bored housewife. Or a hermit. And I learned I really like Ellen Degeneres. What really happened: Sunday I scratched my cornea during some extreme yard work. And when I say I scratched my cornea I mean a tree jumped into my eyeball, competed in battle, dominated, and took a scoop of my cornea as a trophy. A giant scoop! This entire experience has been so terrible. I went to the doctor, she put numbing drops in my eye (which are magic!) then drops to dilate, did some other stuff involving lights, crazy eyeball microscopes, and an orange eye crayon, and a contact lens to serve as a "bandage." Then she left the room and I passed out. It was so weird, I have never fainted before, I got nauseous, felt really hot, then woke up slung sideways in the chair with my head on a cart. My brain said: "huh." Because that's all I could manage.
But now I am healed enough to open both eyes! Which is so exciting I can't put it into words. I am going to try driving tomorrow. I am ashamed to admit that I haven't been running since Sunday. Something else to try tomorrow! This injury really knocked my on my booty, I never imagined this kind of injury would disrupt my life so much. Maybe it's just me, but a scratched cornea doesn't sound like a big deal, besides I have a spare right? It so didn't work that way; whatever the good eye did, so did the injured eye and that was a whole new level of suckage. It is possible I am just a weenie, but my ego is telling me that's not the case.
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