I woke up around four this morning. Something was wrong but it took me a little while to work out what. Then it was all so obvious. My right eye wasn't open. I'm going to take you back a few years. It was Christmas and I had the flu. Sometime just before my birthday, might even have been the day before, my cold was lessening but I woke up one morning and found I couldn't open my right eye. After two hours in an emergency room where nurses kept walking past to look at my fucked up face, I was sent to an eye doctor who tried to admit me until my mum got upset and told her it was my birthday soon. I was sent home with a big ol' bottle of antibiotics and a heavy dose of depression. Since then I've been terrified of losing my sight. Granted my actual eye was virtually unharmed but the world is a duller place when you can only see half of it. I had a fright two winters ago and spent all night watching Finding Nemo and trying not to panic only to wake up sometime later and be fine.
So this morning I wake up and my right eye won't open. Of course, being mostly asleep I rubbed it open without thinking and promptly freaked. I was staring at my eye in the mirror, trying to work out whether it was swollen or not when it suddenly seemed huge and red. That's when I blacked out and smacked just about all of my limbs off the sink. I staggered blindly to my parents' bedroom where I was met with confusion and annoyed grunts from the blob I assumed was my father. My mum tried to lead me back to bed but I kept babbling about how I wouldn't wake up. I started flailing in darkness and woke up again on the ground, numb with a rushing noise in my ears and my mum checking my pulse on my wrist. I remember hoping I wasn't gonna die or anything, not in my Mario tshirt of all things.
Anyway, I made it back to bed and I'm fine now. I've got eyedrops for my eye that's mildly bloodshot and a tad icky, and my skint knee is sore again since I gave it a good thwack both times I fell. Mostly my heads just messed up. Before I went to sleep last night I was doodling ideas down and what do I write? A story about a blind girl that's what.
Julie responded all this by calling me a wuss.
"You feel a wee bit ill and it's all oh no! *swoons*"
Gotta love her.
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Oh hunni, hope you're feeling better. I hate that you wrote this in a mildly amusing way because I wanted to laugh at your genious skills with words while hug you lots and use hoodoo to make your eye better (harmless voodoo, teehee, new words)
Awwwww.
Lollipops for smiles...
Ha! I got mad skillz. I didn't wanna write something all doom and gloom. After I got over my 'holy freakin crap I passed out' it was kinda funny.
Hoodoo would be appreciated. These eyedrops while they are working and my eye's only a little red now, taste like I licked a hairdresser. Bleargh, ain't natural.
That's what the eyedrops they gave me when I cut my eye were like. However I vomited then swore never to use them again. Think they're still rolling about in the fridge.
Passing out isn't good.
Hoodoo IS!
Aww I've been lucky in a way since I haven't been sick at all. I've got a mental block against it even when throwing up would probably help.
You should see my knee. It's a wonderful colour. Kinda greeny browny orange.
Passing out isn't good.
Passing out into a sink is hella bad.
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