I scratched my cornea
Monday morning in a botched dive for the alarm clock. Ow! Ow! Ow! It hurt –
Big Time. As the Tough Chick that I am, I decided that I really didn’t
need to go to the doctor. I just knew he would put drops in my eye and then
I wouldn’t be able to drive. Plus it is a bit embarrassing to have to
admit that I stuck my own thumb in my eye.

For some reason Little
Jack Horner keeps coming to mind.

Well, finally, the pain (and Lorie) drove me to the doctor. First he laughed,
and then he patched my eye and sent me home to sulk. I’m back at work
today and everything is almost back to normal. I have a little double vision,
everything has a halo, my eye is a bit throbby and red, and I’m light
sensitive. On the plus side I have an excuse to wear my super-cool blue John
Lennon sunglasses inside the office and all typos are forgiven because I am
doing most my work with my eyes closed.