My Mother’s Day was less than desirable. I’ve had better days, even with my legs in stirrups pushing out a 12 pounder 35 years ago. For me, pain across the abdomen can never out stage the vulnerability of pain in the eye. Fear of losing an eye or blindness is very potent. I’ll suffer through labour any day and say thank-you very much!
It began Saturday. A slight irritant under my eye lid that blossomed into a razorlike stabbing by mid afternoon. I knew something was up when I hugged Michele Micarelli who had dropped by to visit the shop and tears started to flow. I joked my eye was sore, I wasn’t crying because she was leaving. We laughed but I was already worrying. I don’t like anything to do with eyes. I’m happy to hide behind the protection of glasses; I dread eye exams, only apply mascara when I’m alone in the bathroom. I don’t touch my eyes in the car in case of an accident, I tell people, if your throat is cut I'll save your life, but if you have a hair in your eye, I’m afraid you'll have to die.
So when the pain and watering grew progressively worse I was more afraid of doing nothing than worrying about my neurosis. Hubby got me eye flushing liquid and began irrigating it. I even managed without fainting to pull up my eye lid and have a good look around. I’ve never looked at my eyeball with such scrutiny and hopefully I never have to do it again. I could see nothing but felt the evil’s presence. I would have taken a picture to post but it's gross
I believe the irritant was now gone, after flushing with water and drops nothing foreign could last that tsunami, but it must have scratched my retina so as the ball moved back and forth, the eyelid rubbed it. I went to bed last night and found a position that didn’t hurt, on my left side with my hand tight against my face so I pushed the skin toward the inner part of the eye. This morning it felt better at first but with every movement it grew irritated again. It ruined my mother’s day plans for dinner at Shane’s because I have to hold up my eyelid. The bottom and lower lid are swollen almost to a slit opening. I was being respectful and opted to hide so not to put other’s off their meal. The entire area is red and juicy. I’ve never felt more unattractive and how was I to cut my tenderloin steak and eat. I don’t want my son spoon feeding m just yet, that’ll come later when I’m ancient and senile.
I didn’t feel well enough to go outside so my special day was wasted lying on the sofa, holding the side of my face in such a manner that it pulled the skin away from my eye ball. I’m hoping all this pulling and pushing won’t stretch the area and create more wrinkles. The pups, who I must say are very in tuned to my angst, especially when I had a hissy fit about perhaps losing my eye, going blind, or worse, having to go to the hospital, cuddled with me for comfort.
As CBC radio talked all day of the tragedy in Fort Murray and the thousands of men, women and children displaced from their homes I felt a bit ashamed for going on when dealing with such a small inconvenience. My thoughts were also for a friend that lost her younger sister in a motorcycle accident. Through the swelling, pain and blurriness, I tried to give thanks for my blessings. Hopefully tomorrow I will be as right as rain, but if not I’m off to see Dr. Tom.
Happy belated Mother’s Day to all the moms out there. I hope your special day was all that you wished it to be.
It began Saturday. A slight irritant under my eye lid that blossomed into a razorlike stabbing by mid afternoon. I knew something was up when I hugged Michele Micarelli who had dropped by to visit the shop and tears started to flow. I joked my eye was sore, I wasn’t crying because she was leaving. We laughed but I was already worrying. I don’t like anything to do with eyes. I’m happy to hide behind the protection of glasses; I dread eye exams, only apply mascara when I’m alone in the bathroom. I don’t touch my eyes in the car in case of an accident, I tell people, if your throat is cut I'll save your life, but if you have a hair in your eye, I’m afraid you'll have to die.
So when the pain and watering grew progressively worse I was more afraid of doing nothing than worrying about my neurosis. Hubby got me eye flushing liquid and began irrigating it. I even managed without fainting to pull up my eye lid and have a good look around. I’ve never looked at my eyeball with such scrutiny and hopefully I never have to do it again. I could see nothing but felt the evil’s presence. I would have taken a picture to post but it's gross
I believe the irritant was now gone, after flushing with water and drops nothing foreign could last that tsunami, but it must have scratched my retina so as the ball moved back and forth, the eyelid rubbed it. I went to bed last night and found a position that didn’t hurt, on my left side with my hand tight against my face so I pushed the skin toward the inner part of the eye. This morning it felt better at first but with every movement it grew irritated again. It ruined my mother’s day plans for dinner at Shane’s because I have to hold up my eyelid. The bottom and lower lid are swollen almost to a slit opening. I was being respectful and opted to hide so not to put other’s off their meal. The entire area is red and juicy. I’ve never felt more unattractive and how was I to cut my tenderloin steak and eat. I don’t want my son spoon feeding m just yet, that’ll come later when I’m ancient and senile.
I didn’t feel well enough to go outside so my special day was wasted lying on the sofa, holding the side of my face in such a manner that it pulled the skin away from my eye ball. I’m hoping all this pulling and pushing won’t stretch the area and create more wrinkles. The pups, who I must say are very in tuned to my angst, especially when I had a hissy fit about perhaps losing my eye, going blind, or worse, having to go to the hospital, cuddled with me for comfort.
As CBC radio talked all day of the tragedy in Fort Murray and the thousands of men, women and children displaced from their homes I felt a bit ashamed for going on when dealing with such a small inconvenience. My thoughts were also for a friend that lost her younger sister in a motorcycle accident. Through the swelling, pain and blurriness, I tried to give thanks for my blessings. Hopefully tomorrow I will be as right as rain, but if not I’m off to see Dr. Tom.
Happy belated Mother’s Day to all the moms out there. I hope your special day was all that you wished it to be.
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