Current mood:angstyI am blind in one eye, so my other eye is a subject of great care and concern to me. If anything happens to it, I'm blogging in Braille, baby. I take care of that fucking eye as if it were a damned newborn.
Well, my eye has been hurting for a few days, so I made an appointment at the eye doctor's, thinking that I had some sort of eye infection.
My normal eye doctor was not in today, so I saw a little Greek guy who was about a head shorter than me.
I sat down in the big chair and he asked me a series of questions.
"Does it hurt?"
"Is it blurry?"
"I can see that it's red."
He sat down across from me, made me put my chin in the little chin-holster, and started looking into my eye with that blinding little gamma ray. I flinched.
"Well, when you do something, you do it right."
"You have three ulcers in your eye."
"Holes. You have three holes in your eye."
"Have you been sleeping in your contact lens or not changing it out in time?"
I am so fastidious about my contact lens that it's insane. "No!"
He totally didn't believe me.
"I swear!! Really!! I'm so careful with my contact!!"
I could tell that he still didn't believe me.
He wrote me a prescription for some drops that I have to take every few hours, and I have to go back in a couple of days to get it checked again.
Holes. In my fucking eye. Plus I can't wear my contact and have to wear my dorky glasses.
And how was YOUR day?