So...I've been away. OK, not really...
I've done an academically stupid thing and am trying to make it come good. I was writing my essay on Pride and Prejudice...And decided on Saturday that I hate that book, have never read it the whole way through and can't possibly write an essay on it. So I changed my topic to T.S. Eliot's poem The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock. Even though I hate Eliot, I like the poem...It doesn't make a lot of sense, but it's good...A good collection of interesting words, lol.
The essay's due on Monday.
I should be doing that now, right? Yes.
Except tonight, I went to the medical centre instead.
Long story short, on Monday I was cutting keys at work - as I do - and got a metal filing in my eye. I figured that I'd just be able to blink it out. No. Tuesday rolled around and my eye was scratchy and sore as hell, thought it'd be OK. Today? No better. I've flushed my eye out a million times over the last three days and couldn't see anything...Lucky me.
Went to see a doctor this arvo and - after a trillion year wait - I told him the story and he told me to follow him to a back room (which always, ALWAYS sounds seedy). I did. He told me to lay down (still seedy) and then told me that he was going to anaesthetise my eye...With eye drops. I laughed nervously and asked if we could do it some other way and he looked at me "we could do it with a needle". Drops it is then.
Stingy!
Then he held my eye open under a halogen light (too bright to be safe, I'm sure) and swabbed my eye!!!!!!!!!!! Under the eyelids!!!!! It hurt like a bitch!!!!! Then the doctor used some yellow contrast drops (so it looks like I have some type of liver thing) and decided that he couldn't see anything and that my eye probably cleared the filing.
I have an eye cream (to be applied to the surface of the eye. Uh, no.) and a hugely blown pupil. I look like some kind of maniacal cartoon character.
That seems to be a pretty good reason not to be writing an essay. Anyways, I wrote notes in the waiting room, lol.
I've done an academically stupid thing and am trying to make it come good. I was writing my essay on Pride and Prejudice...And decided on Saturday that I hate that book, have never read it the whole way through and can't possibly write an essay on it. So I changed my topic to T.S. Eliot's poem The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock. Even though I hate Eliot, I like the poem...It doesn't make a lot of sense, but it's good...A good collection of interesting words, lol.
The essay's due on Monday.
I should be doing that now, right? Yes.
Except tonight, I went to the medical centre instead.
Long story short, on Monday I was cutting keys at work - as I do - and got a metal filing in my eye. I figured that I'd just be able to blink it out. No. Tuesday rolled around and my eye was scratchy and sore as hell, thought it'd be OK. Today? No better. I've flushed my eye out a million times over the last three days and couldn't see anything...Lucky me.
Went to see a doctor this arvo and - after a trillion year wait - I told him the story and he told me to follow him to a back room (which always, ALWAYS sounds seedy). I did. He told me to lay down (still seedy) and then told me that he was going to anaesthetise my eye...With eye drops. I laughed nervously and asked if we could do it some other way and he looked at me "we could do it with a needle". Drops it is then.
Stingy!
Then he held my eye open under a halogen light (too bright to be safe, I'm sure) and swabbed my eye!!!!!!!!!!! Under the eyelids!!!!! It hurt like a bitch!!!!! Then the doctor used some yellow contrast drops (so it looks like I have some type of liver thing) and decided that he couldn't see anything and that my eye probably cleared the filing.
I have an eye cream (to be applied to the surface of the eye. Uh, no.) and a hugely blown pupil. I look like some kind of maniacal cartoon character.
That seems to be a pretty good reason not to be writing an essay. Anyways, I wrote notes in the waiting room, lol.