I’ve finally recovered from the near-fatal paper cut in my right eyeball.
Getting Hurt Helping Someone Else Get to the Emergency Room.
Last week I had my first Emergency Room visit as a parent (My son had a rash that started swelling pretty bad. His ankles were swollen so bad he couldn’t walk — he just sat down in the middle of the kitchen and cried. I was scared . . . I had images of his throat swelling so he couldn’t breath. Having a good imagination and being a parent is a bad combination.)
Everything turned out okay (apparently swollen ankles happens sometimes with hives). When we got home at 11:30pm I put the discharge papers in my mouth so I could get him out of the car seat. Of course, my car’s dome light just blew out (apparently that happens sometimes when you drive 13 year old cars), so everything was pitch black. Then a gust of wind blew the discharge papers into my face, and since I couldn’t see them flying into my eyeball I didn’t instinctively blink.
Are They Making Meet the Parents Part 3?
The pain in my eyeball radiated back into my brain, and I was incapacitated for almost 30 hours while my eye healed. After the pain was gone, my vision was still a little blurry. And of course, I had a final to study for (at this point, I felt like I was in a Ben Stiller movie).
When I needed to focus, I covered my right eye with my hand. I was worried my instructor might think I had written a cheat-sheet on my hand, but just like in a Ben Stiller movie, eventually things started going right, and I’m pretty sure I made an A on the final.
