- Apr 28, 2010
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ok....here's my eyeball story....
When I was a kid I was riding my bike throught the country and I got a splinter that attached itself on the backside of my eyelid so everytime I blinked it scratched my eyeball.
Now, my mom thought I was just fooling to get out of going to school the next day...until the next day I was unable to open my eye so she brought me to the eye dr. and so who said it? boo? laree? anyway...ones of ya....had it done just like me.... They rolled my eyelid with these pincher things and it held my eye in place and I was unable to blink. The dr. walked to the other end of the room and flame torched these HUGE tweezers and then walked across the room towards my sensitive eyeball with the torture device....I began to sweat, scream, shake, and call out but...he removed the splinter, showed my mom and told her she should have believed me and brought me to the ER last night so my eye wouldn't have suffered so many scratches and then sent me away with drops. There is no doubt in my mind the reasoning behind not ever trusting my mom or dad, as you see, there is plenty of just cause.
I've had been a wearer of patches many times in my life...since I seem to be accident prone and for some reason my contacts have even taken chunks off my cornea. arrr! I'm a pirate.
When I was a kid I was riding my bike throught the country and I got a splinter that attached itself on the backside of my eyelid so everytime I blinked it scratched my eyeball.
Now, my mom thought I was just fooling to get out of going to school the next day...until the next day I was unable to open my eye so she brought me to the eye dr. and so who said it? boo? laree? anyway...ones of ya....had it done just like me.... They rolled my eyelid with these pincher things and it held my eye in place and I was unable to blink. The dr. walked to the other end of the room and flame torched these HUGE tweezers and then walked across the room towards my sensitive eyeball with the torture device....I began to sweat, scream, shake, and call out but...he removed the splinter, showed my mom and told her she should have believed me and brought me to the ER last night so my eye wouldn't have suffered so many scratches and then sent me away with drops. There is no doubt in my mind the reasoning behind not ever trusting my mom or dad, as you see, there is plenty of just cause.
I've had been a wearer of patches many times in my life...since I seem to be accident prone and for some reason my contacts have even taken chunks off my cornea. arrr! I'm a pirate.
