Last night was a nightmare, the only difference is it wasn’t imagined which I wish it was. I woke up last night around 1 in horrible pain in my eye, I rubbed it for a while thinking I had something in it, like cat hair or something. I rubbed and rubbed and it only got worse and worse as I started to wake up. I went to the bathroom, tried to watch what ever it was out, with no prevail. I then proceeded to create more pain by turning on the bathroom lights to look at my eye, it seemed like hours for my eyes to dilate and finally open without pain. I then noticed a tan dot on my eye ball it looked like a pimple or something, and unlike other things that get stuck in our eyes it wasn’t moving. I washed more, I tried to rub it off with my finger while prying my eye open. I eventually had to wake Sara up to look at it and we decided to go to the doctor in the morning after I try to get some sleep and praying it was just a spec of dirt that would be flushed out by my tearing eye. 5 hours pass with almost no sleep and it still killed. I was thinking of so many troubling things, like flee eggs, a pimple (which never made sense), some kind of infection. I thought about how sucky it would be to loose an eye and I thought of what the hell to do and where I should go for professional help. I then went to the bathroom, pretty freaked out, I then opened my eye under the running water. Damn that hurt but after a couple tries it came out. At that moment I knew how the elephant felt when he had the splinter stuck in his foot. For now, I’m tired as can be and with a sore eye; I don’t see any scratches or impressions but it sure feels scratched.
It’s strange how delicate our bodies are sometimes and how crucial parts of them are.
Another interested point is I called my work at 550am to tell them I would be late and it turns out I still was the first one there; no one even noticed.
