Ring of Fire

Even though my left cheek was smashed against my left hand, it was my left eye which hurt and I hadn’t even opened it yet.

I awoke, lumbered to the bathroom, sluggishly approached the sink to wash my hands, and gazed into the mirror.

My left eye was a fiery red and I immediately was confused. I leaned across the counter pulling apart my lids to get a better look at the plethora of spidery flames engulfing my eye.

I pulled on my clothes and conceded to glasses instead of contacts. I traveled to work thinking about my sore eye. I didn’t think it was pink eye. I had not woken with it pasted closed.

So after the urging from a coworker to at least clean out my eye with a flushing kit from any grocery store, I journeyed out in search of the magic liquid solution which would rinse the Houdini particle scratching my cornea out of my eye.

Five dollars later and rinse, repeat, rinse, repeat, rinse, repeat…

The smoldering ember blazed into a raging inferno of hot and after the cold wash I became instantaneously aware of how much pain I was feeling.

It was downhill from there. I immediately became weepy from the constant throbbing in my eye. I didn’t know what to do. Should I wait to see if the wash would relieve the source of this madness? Did I have to bring a professional into the picture?

Again at the urging from a coworker, I jumped into my car headed for the optometrist. After all, a Friday doctor’s office co-pay is a lot cheaper than a weekend ER visit.

After a co-pay, $100 prescription antibiotic eye drops, two follow up visits, and nearly two weeks of glasses later, I’m happy to report I have a cold.