How Could This Happen?

Art said I should post about this and I said, "No way!!!"  I don't want the world to know how stupid I was.  I don't even want my children to know how stupid I was.

On the way to the optometrist's office, I tried to figure a way out of telling the truth about how I managed to cut my eye.  In the end I told the truth.

I was getting ready to go to another brain health class with my two classmates, Diane and Joanne.  I knew we'd be back in time for me to get ready for the big family pot luck that we were hosting for Art's family.  I'd already done the cleaning,  cooking and baking in preparation.

Well... I decided to put on my make-up with extra care.  I still had quite a bit of time left over before Diane and Joanne came so I put on some mascara I happened to have.  I don't usually use mascara, but there it was and I thought I'd play with it. Well... my lashes were sticking together.

Ummmm... and well.... my make up table is also my sewing table and there's my pin cushion.  The needle looked like the perfect thing to separate my lashes.

And.... well... I don't know how it happened but perhaps I blinked.  That's what Art thinks and I sliced my eye.  I felt the pain shoot right up into the crown of my skull.  I saw stars.  In other words, it hurt like the dickens.  I waited for the pain to subside and looked around.  I saw a shadow or double vision on the edge of things when I shut my right eye.

I thought I might still go to the class and see if my eye felt better later.  Maybe, everything is OK and this will just be a lesson for me.  Maybe my eye isn't really cut.  Maybe if I rest a while, it'll be like it never happened.

I called my optometrist's office and explained what happened.  I thought they could just tell me what sort of eye drops I should use.  "Come in right now!"  she said.

So I had to skip my brain health class, just what I needed too.

The doctor checked my eyes to see if my eye sight had been impacted.  Nope.  I could still read the letters out of my left eye.

Then she put a dye in my eye and looked closely.  She was startled.  This wasn't good.  She saw that I'd cut my cornea right down the middle.  She said she couldn't believe I was just sitting there and not in agony.  Well... it did hurt.  I told her it was an aching, burning sort of feeling.

She prescribed antibiotic drops, eye drops to lubricate my eyes every hour and a special drop before I go to sleep so that healing tissue would not tear off when I wake up in the morning.  I was to call her immediately if anything felt worse.

She also said to try to stay off the computer and television and take naps during the day to give my eyes a break.  Good thing I can still post this since I know how to touch type without looking at the screen.

I've called my children and told them what happened so they don't freak out reading this post.

Before I left the doctor's office she said, "Don't you just hate it that this sort of thing always seems to happen when you have so much to do?"

My only saving grace?  I saw right away that my optometrist uses mascara.  She was very sympathetic and told me about a brush and comb thing that you can use for your eyebrows and lashes.  She says it works great.  She never once told me I was stupid. 

It's really nice to know... but I think I'm staying away from mascara from now on.

And... I guess my blogging will be impacted for awhile. 

When I was a little girl, my mother always told me not to put anything sharp near my eyes.

She was right.