All Clear. Phew. The Ophthalmologist Gave the Thumbs Up & Said, "Stop Listening to the Hypochondriac People in Your Life"

The Great Eye Injury of 2021 is not as bad as others led me to believe. I went a week as normal and didn't know I was as disgusting as I am until people freaked out when they noticed my eye was red. My glasses stem stabbed me a week ago when I was rewiring the dishwashersin the pitch black - they fell off and I rolled over and was jabbed. You can't rewire a dishwasher unless you're on the ground.

No pain. No problem seeing, either. Just the grotesque bleeding. 

Yet, friends and family had me paranoid about infection, and when I went to the optometrist for a yearly checkup, I was told by the Dr., "I can't see you. You need to go to a professional right now." Needless to say, the scheduled me for the afternoon, I left from her office to my office, and my imagination began running wild. I was convinced I'd have to have needles stuck in my eye and knives slicing the eye lid. This, of course, made me queasy and as I drove from here to there. I thought, "Oh, I just might pass out."

Then I stopped thinking about it. I worked for a few hours on campus and didn't return to the paranoia until driving to the afternoon appointment. I was convinced my eye would have to be removed (which would be fun because I'd ask to keep it. I'd store it on a mantle).

Nope. The assistant, then the doctor, both came by to say there is no injury to the eye. It's just the way a punch hits, and how the blood vessels release blood around the eye, getting trapped in the "Siran wrap" that encases it. Fun. I was told not to get all stirred up by the worry-warts. I told them, "Well, they made me nervous. They even told me I'd never be able to drive again if I became a Kyklops." 

I feel better knowing that all I need now is moisturizer drops and that I should throw my Visine-anti-redness drops away. They were not fans of Visine at all. I was also told it'd likely get worse before it looks better, which excited me because I want it ripe for Halloween. They couldn't promise me anything, but offered the chances were good. The doc said, "It might even turn green for a while." YES!

Meanwhile, I need to reschedule an appointment for new glasses. I picked out a pair before they said, "Yuck. We can't serve you," and I hope I can find the same ones when I visit again.

Eyeballs are fascinating.