I hurt my eye on the 4th of July
July 05, 2015
(Warning: This is all pretty gross.)
My morning was rolling along pleasantly yesterday when I stepped out back to water the tomato plants. While I was out there I stooped to pull up a weed that was growing next to our giant agave plant and poink! I jammed my eye right into the tip of one of its leaves.
A big, beautiful...
...bitch.
At first it just hurt, and I hoped I'd avoided the eyeball altogether. But then my vision began to twist and blur, and that's when I got really scared, the kind of fear that manifests itself by making you very calmly take care of your shit, step by step. I turned off the spigot, woke up Eric to drive me to the hospital, and fed and let out the dogs because I didn't know how long we'd be gone.
Then I went to the bathroom to assess the damage in the mirror. I took my contacts out and my vision was restored--it turned out the blurring was just caused by the contact lens filling up with blood. Ewwww! But I was so relieved I hadn't blinded myself that I wasn't really fazed.
Beats a poke in the...oh, right.
We went to the mercifully empty emergency room, where they numbed, dyed, and examined my eye while I blinked back bloody tears. The puncture was pronounced superficial and restricted to the sclera--the white--of my eye. I got a bottle of antibiotic drops, a prescription for codeine, and instructions to see my eye doctor first thing Monday.
It hurts like hell still, and I feel like an idiot, but I'm pretty sure my eye is going to be okay. I for sure am going to have to do something about that agave. I've long known it was dangerous and I always wear glasses and gloves when I work in that bed, but yesterday proved that isn't enough.
It's far too late to pull the monster up, and I hate to clip the tips off because I think that makes the plant look sad and stupid. Maybe I'll stick Christmas ornaments on the ends for some year-round eye-protective flair. Or wine corks for a classier, more subtle look.
So yeah, that was pretty terrible. Here, let's look at this picture of a duck that looks like George Washington. That always makes everything better:
Ugh, so glad it wasn't serious! I had a similar experience years ago with my cat at the vet—he twisted in my arms when I pulled him out of his crate and snagged my eye. Contact filled with blood, freaking me out! Pretty much the same treatment, and I felt really fortunate that it wasn't my eyeball. Too close for comfort.
Posted by: Tonya | July 05, 2015 at 05:58 PM
OUCH. I'm so glad it wasn't worse.
Posted by: Alison | July 05, 2015 at 07:00 PM
Damn! I've always liked the xmas balls treatment and there are probably other orb-like covers you could find. Or uproot and try a new, not so stabby succulent.
Hope it feels better very soon.
Posted by: Nimble | July 06, 2015 at 09:47 AM
Thank god for the George Washington duck!
Posted by: kristy | July 06, 2015 at 09:14 PM
He supported a bill of rights.
Posted by: Patrick | July 06, 2015 at 09:26 PM
George Washington duck saves all!
Posted by: Chris Loverseed | December 09, 2015 at 03:56 PM