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christmas cyclops
Dec. 24th, 2012 12:25 pmIt has been joked about over the years that I will go to great lengths to get out of playing games at Christmas. I will get pregnant, and have children, a couple times over just to get an excuse.
This year I didn't have that in my corner.
But in the end I have my daughter to "thank" for getting me out of games in one way or another. I picked her up last night to help her put a candy cane on the tree and in the process she poked me/scratched me in the eye.
It HURT a lot more than usual. Normally a poke in the eye hurts for a couple of minutes and it might be sore and I will be fine. In that moment of contact I gasped and the pain knocked the wind out of me and I couldn't even open both of my eyes for a few minutes. I kept trying but it wasn't happening. Tears kept spilling. I helped her hang the candycane and then tried to tidy my eyes. They kept pouring tears and my sinuses were a mess. It was unpleasant. I got through dinner but was miserable. The pain kept growing. I would have these intense spasms of pain that made me think of labor. IN MY EYEBALL. The kind of pain where you want to throw up. I began to get the shakes from the pain. Mr. Jenner had a quick look at the NHS website and they said, "GO TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM". We called up the line to talk to a human to make sure this was so. They said, "COME IN OMG YOUR EYEBALL. You shouldn't want to throw up from eyeball pain."
So Mr. Jenner drove me to the hospital. (this is under the "in sickness and health" clause of the vows.)
We had a short wait and then the Dr. came out and said, "here let me numb your eyes. It will be a few minutes before I see you." I wanted to hug that man for stopping the pain. My face ached because it had been so tense for about four hours. We had a chat. He looked at my eyes, added some dye to see what was done. Now here is where it is funny. He put the dye in the wrong eye and said, "yeah you have an abrasion. It will be okay. Just do this and this." Then he stopped and said, "wait...that was the wrong eye wasn't it?" I began to laugh. He looked at the painful eye and OMG that was much worse but still a corneal abrasion. So I've been walking around for a wonky eye for god knows how long and then I have this new one.
He asked if I wanted to see the abrasion since it was colored by the dye. I declined. He gave me this antibiotic cream and patched that eye up. Told me to take pain relief and sent me on my way.
Oh and earlier he had me do an eye test. I did fine with both but I experienced the first hints of aging. I had to stop and squint a bit to read the smallest line of letters. EYEBALLS NOT COOL. A couple of years ago that would not have happened. I have AMAZING sight. I see you over there.... only you are a little bit blurry.
I decided to stay at our home vs. going to my inlaws. I just wanted to be in my comfy bed and Mr. Jenner agreed. He took me home, talked me while I had a bath and then put me to bed. Thank you nice husband. It was a good choice because I was up every couple of hours to take pain killers. (tylenol you are worthless. I got desperate and took ibuprofen. Which I can do once in awhile) I was a little out of it. I laid in bed and listened to the radio and felt sorry for myself. But I was comfortable and toasty. I dosed up my eyeball, put a cold compress on it, moaned, had tea, and was able to take care of myself. I even spoke to my sister on skype to wish her happy birthday and have a chat. I must have looked a sight.
So Merry Christmas Eve, I am going to take some of that tylenol with codeine and be filled with holiday cheer.
This year I didn't have that in my corner.
But in the end I have my daughter to "thank" for getting me out of games in one way or another. I picked her up last night to help her put a candy cane on the tree and in the process she poked me/scratched me in the eye.
It HURT a lot more than usual. Normally a poke in the eye hurts for a couple of minutes and it might be sore and I will be fine. In that moment of contact I gasped and the pain knocked the wind out of me and I couldn't even open both of my eyes for a few minutes. I kept trying but it wasn't happening. Tears kept spilling. I helped her hang the candycane and then tried to tidy my eyes. They kept pouring tears and my sinuses were a mess. It was unpleasant. I got through dinner but was miserable. The pain kept growing. I would have these intense spasms of pain that made me think of labor. IN MY EYEBALL. The kind of pain where you want to throw up. I began to get the shakes from the pain. Mr. Jenner had a quick look at the NHS website and they said, "GO TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM". We called up the line to talk to a human to make sure this was so. They said, "COME IN OMG YOUR EYEBALL. You shouldn't want to throw up from eyeball pain."
So Mr. Jenner drove me to the hospital. (this is under the "in sickness and health" clause of the vows.)
We had a short wait and then the Dr. came out and said, "here let me numb your eyes. It will be a few minutes before I see you." I wanted to hug that man for stopping the pain. My face ached because it had been so tense for about four hours. We had a chat. He looked at my eyes, added some dye to see what was done. Now here is where it is funny. He put the dye in the wrong eye and said, "yeah you have an abrasion. It will be okay. Just do this and this." Then he stopped and said, "wait...that was the wrong eye wasn't it?" I began to laugh. He looked at the painful eye and OMG that was much worse but still a corneal abrasion. So I've been walking around for a wonky eye for god knows how long and then I have this new one.
He asked if I wanted to see the abrasion since it was colored by the dye. I declined. He gave me this antibiotic cream and patched that eye up. Told me to take pain relief and sent me on my way.
Oh and earlier he had me do an eye test. I did fine with both but I experienced the first hints of aging. I had to stop and squint a bit to read the smallest line of letters. EYEBALLS NOT COOL. A couple of years ago that would not have happened. I have AMAZING sight. I see you over there.... only you are a little bit blurry.
I decided to stay at our home vs. going to my inlaws. I just wanted to be in my comfy bed and Mr. Jenner agreed. He took me home, talked me while I had a bath and then put me to bed. Thank you nice husband. It was a good choice because I was up every couple of hours to take pain killers. (tylenol you are worthless. I got desperate and took ibuprofen. Which I can do once in awhile) I was a little out of it. I laid in bed and listened to the radio and felt sorry for myself. But I was comfortable and toasty. I dosed up my eyeball, put a cold compress on it, moaned, had tea, and was able to take care of myself. I even spoke to my sister on skype to wish her happy birthday and have a chat. I must have looked a sight.
So Merry Christmas Eve, I am going to take some of that tylenol with codeine and be filled with holiday cheer.
