Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
Monday, August 22, 2005
A Sharp Stick in the Eye
Just to mix things up a little, I accidentally poked myself in the eye today. I just got home from the eye doctor and he says it's not a serious injury, but I do have to put ointment in my eye for a week 3 times a day, and it makes my vision blurry (think Vaseline in your eye) for 20 minutes after each application. FUN! Jeez. I blame this on the headache, because I probably wasn't being careful and was distracted by that pain, which has now resulted in...more pain. My eye feels bruised. The way the doc explained it to me, I scraped the skin off my cornea and white of my eye. Ack! I know it sounds nasty, but you can't really see anything. Heh, heh, little joke there. Corneal abrasion is the official name for it. Poke in the eye. Not a good Monday.
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