Thursday, December 11, 2008

My Eye!

My eye is big and red and nasty.  Actually, not the eyeball.  Just the eyelid.  And just my left one.  It had been getting gradually worse and worse over the past few weeks and I eventually relented and went to the doctor when I woke up yesterday morning and couldn't open it at all.  I went into Urgent Care because I didn't want to wait until after Christmas for an appointment.  I kind of wanted my eye back right away.  I'm picky about that kind of thing.

The doctor looked at the thing and had a disgusted look on his face as he said, "Well, it could be a lot of things.  I don't know."  He then wrote me a prescription for some cream, told me to slab it on there twice a day and if the monster gets any bigger to see my regular physician.  Or not.  Maybe a dermatologist.  Or something.

So I went to the pharmacy and they didn't have the stuff and they asked me if I wanted to wait two days to have it shipped in.  I looked at the lady with my one eye and asked her to call around.  Somebody must have this crap.  Somebody did have that crap.  I went to the pharmacy next door, picked the junk up and bolted to the car.  It was only 11am and if I was lucky I could be back to work by 11:30.  

On the road, going 35mph while heading down a windy hill I decided now would be a good time for my first application.  I opened the tube, put a dab on my finger and gently touched it to the mountain that used to be my eye.  And it stung!!!  I mean... STUNG!  I screamed, my car swerved and through the tears in my one eye I did my best to realign my car back between the white and yellow lines.

By noon, I could open my eye a little bit.  I went to work and had a crap of a day.  Seriously.  It was pretty bad.  I almost threw my little teaching notebook down and walked out of there.  Who do they think they are, anyway??

I tried the cream again that night for my second daily application.  It didn't go much better than the first.  The only thing more disturbing than the searing pain that went through the back of my eye, into my head and down my spine was the fact that my matching screams didn't attract a single neighbor to check up on me.  Comforting.

Good news, though.  I can open my eye.  It's ugly.  But it's open.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Oh dear. Poor Em. Brittany said that if she had been your neighbor she would have run over with a plate of cookies and some Visine. As of now, the best we can do is sympathy grunts. I know that makes you feel a whole lot better.

Em said...

Thank you. I have always appreciated your sympathy grunts. Even long distance ones. :)

Nama said...

ha! remember when your eye was bleeding, and we went to bishop freestone's, and he pulled some prescription meds out of his fridge and said, "here." ah, bishop freestone, the drug dealer...

Eddie the Girl said...

yeah he always had interesting things around...and always willing to share. bishop freestone will always have a specail place in my heart. and for that matter that really sux about your eyes. and one time when I was in china and I was teaching 12 year olds english. I started crying b/c they reallly weren't doing anything and yea. then someone came in and yelled at them for me in chinese.

Nessa said...

Goh! That's terrible! If the cream's working, don't stop. As far as teaching goes, it's the season. Every single teacher I talk to wants to throw things and run away. The kids seem to have forgotten Santa's naughty list.

Em said...

It's not the kids... it's the grown ups. :(

kat said...

the burning means it's working.