Earlier this week, I somehow stabbed myself in my right eye with my thumbnail. It hurt a lot. I teared up involuntarily at my desk at work. I saw fuzziness for the first day. It was terrible.
I left work a little bit early because I didn’t want to look like I was bawling at my desk and people kept coming up to talk to me for some reason. The trip home was the worst!
I couldn’t keep my eye(s) open. It helped to doze off a bit so that the tearing would stop. I got off a few stops early to pick up some antibiotic eye drops so that it wouldn’t get infected. I probably looked like an idiot as I teared up mid-aisle staring at eye drops. There were too many to choose from and I only had one eye to read labels.
Eventually, I went home (which was also the day of my Miss Fresh package came and I still cooked a recipe and was magically fine while doing it). After that, I lay in bed and let my sore eye rest with a warm towel in my eye and some eye drops. More involuntary crying happened and I fell asleep early watching The Simpsons.
The next day. I took some Tylenol for the remaining pain and applied eyedrops to my swollen eye. I probably looked a bit strange but I still put on eyeliner to seem normal. I was more functional.
Today, I seriously just forgot about it. Sometimes pain is a combination of physical but psychological as well. I think it healed more today, but I can feel it more when I think about it vs when I’m so busy at work and school that I don’t have time to have a crazy eye!
Anyways, I don’t know what the moral of this story is but maybe I’ll read my own post and not poke myself in the eye again.
Tiana Feng 