My Eye: Part I (Thanks, Mom)

Last month, before going to bed one night, I felt a slight discomfort after taking my right contact out.  There was very little pain, but just enough that I said something along the line of “owchies!” and took note of it before going to sleep.  Nothing out of the ordinary.

I woke up at 6AM and could not open my eye, which was not ordinary.

I actually couldn’t open my left eye either.  When I forced my left eye open to try to see, it felt as if a thousand piranhas were eating away at my right eye.

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It was not pleasant, to say the least.  I said many things, much much worse than “owchies!”

I ran back to bed, wrapping a blanket around my head (so as to escape any form of light) and, naturally, assumed the fetal position.

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