Three Blind Mice
Day 12, 13, 14…
Oh yeah, living small and dreaming big. Now and then a real life moment happens. Like a real life, shitty, pain in the ass thing happens. In the midst of getting ready for good stuff, my eye hurts. That’s it. My eye burns. The light hurts. Sharp pains. Pressure. But I don’t wanna go to the Dr. Mostly because I don’t want to know. I know it’s bad. It’s bad.
The Dr. is very serious. Amber, you have cut that has become infected on your cornea. It looks really bad. Are you sure this just started yesterday? You have what appears to be a flesh eating bacteria. This is not good. Put these drops in your eye every 15 MINUTES for 4 hours, then every 30 minutes for 4 hours then every 2 hours for 24 hours. Your vision is compromised. If this gets worse we have to admit you to the hospital. You could lose your eye, even part of your face.
So I’m taking this seriously. It’s like one eye is covered in vaseline. I can’t wear a contact which makes me blind in that eye anyway. All of the things we take for granted in this first world here. I can buy contacts and see perfectly. If I didn’t have means or lived in a different place or time… I would be blind. Without antibiotics I would be in serious shit. But I can’t focus on the what ifs, I have to appreciate the what is and work with that. So antibiotic drops. Severely impaired vision for now. … Oh and the eye patch.