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Monday afternoon, I’m sitting there, minding my own business, when BAM! my right eye starts giving me all nature of problems.  It starts to hurt, it’s getting red, it weeps, it hurts.  Oh, and did I mention it hurts? 

This gets progressively worse overnight until when I wake up Tuesday I can’t see out of it and it hurts like a sonofabitch.  In fact, it hurts so much I just sit there being miserable all day, thinking, “It’s got to stop soon!  Don’t eyes heal quickly?”  Yesterday I didn’t do more than sleep and pop pills, thinking, “Surely it’s going to end soon.”

 

No   Such   Luck.

 

I wake up today and it’s marginally better, but still not good.  At least I can open it without going into a paroxysm of pain and I can see to type (though it’s taken me three times as long to post this as normal – some of the typos have been entertaining).  But I decide to take control and go see a doctor.

This afternoon I finally get an appointment with an opthamologist (can never spell that correctly).  Out of network, of course, because none of the in-network eye docs can see me on such short notice.  That means this is costing me a mint, in addition to being the biggest pain in my ass wallet eye ass I have had to deal with in a long while.

 

What’s the diagnosis you ask?  corneal ulcer.

NOT!

I am now on a plethora of drops and creams, tackling this thing from a variety of angles.  I have to see this doctor every day for the next few days ($$$ x 3).  I should just bring the K-Y to their office tomorrow and bend over – it might feel better and will be much more entertaining than having someone stick their fingers in my eye.

Have any of you ever tried to read one-eyed?!  It’s a pain in the arse!  And you should see me try to walk up or down stairs!  It’s humorous.  Thank goodness for my 8-year old walking stick, a.k.a. daughter.  And my apologies for whining like a little bitch to those of you who live with eye problems every day.  I can now say I sincerely feel for you.

So, word to the wise, take care of your eyes.  Don’t wear your contacts too long.  Go see the opthamothingiemabob as soon as something like this happens.  And I do mean AS SOON AS!  Don’t wait for it to get better.

I will soon be back up to fighting form, reading like a demon, reviewing all of those lovely, lovely books.  Meanwhile, all due commiserations, sympathfaye.jpgy, and chastising accepted in the Comments section.  I have this nifty software on my laptop that can read them to me.  And it won’t be my 8-year old – she’s not quite up to the minimal age for us romance whoores fans.