I scratched my eye or something. Felt like I had rock salt in the back of my eye. Chloe and I made a makeshift eye patch out of a headband and old fabric to keep pressure on it. I asked the kids, “Do I look like Nick Fury?” They were not supportive.
I was hoping it would get better on its own but it wasn’t long before I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to go to the eye doctor. It was quite the ordeal getting there. I took off the eye patch contraption before I left and found some gauze to hold over my eye instead… so I wouldn’t look totally insane walking in. I geared myself up with the mask my mom made me and headed to the car to drive there. But my garage door didn’t open. Ugh. “No problem, I’ll just pull the release cord and get out manually.” Except the cord wouldn’t release. And I couldn’t see it well enough to figure out why. I immediately started crying. Like… SOBBING. I headed back inside to call an Uber. Couldn’t read the screen between my bum (and holy PAINFUL) eye and my tears. Had to look up the address because I had never been to this (or any!) eye doctor before…. Chloe walked downstairs to find me sobbing in the kitchen and was like, “Uhhhhh…. Mom?” Anyway, I finally got the Uber and I probably looked very diseased and terrifying but the driver was nice about it.
At the eye doctor I was poked and prodded in ways nothing can prepare you for. Remember, this was my very first eye doctor experience so I was unfamiliar with all the things. The doctor was very nice and helpful, though. She tried super hard to find whatever was in my eye that was scratching it all to hell, and eventually just did a big eye wash and got whatever it was flushed out. Now I’m just on eye drops to treat the scratches it left behind but I can SEE!!!!!! It’s a beautiful thing. But Chloe has to do my eye drops for me because I’m still a big wuss.