In My Eyes

I saw a great product today on a site I like to check out about odd products in Japan. There is a device they sell that makes it much easier to put in eye drops. It's something I rarely do, but when I do, I have a lot of trouble. I end up with the drops all over my face.

I don't like eye stuff. Frankly, I can get really freaked out by eye stuff. I know I could never wear contacts and luckily to this point, my vision has remained really good. I detest going to an eye exam more than anything. That puff of air to the eye nearly kills me. I've had a couple of eye injuries that required medical attention. Not fun.

One was getting powdered laundry detergent in my eyes. I got it rinsed out of one completely before going to the E.R., but there was a little in the other. As the doctor explained, laundry soap dissolves protein and the eye is basically protein, so...yeah...ew...I only suffered superficial burns, luckily, but had to spend the rest of the weekend in the dark, not watching tv or reading or anything. Eric read the paper to me, which was very sweet and then I just slept a lot.

Another time, I suddenly started seeing tons of floaters and some flashes, indications of a possible retinal tear. I went to an eye doctor who did horrible, terrible things to me in order to figure out what was going on. I can barely think of the experience without getting nauseated. I've blocked most of it out, I think, but in the end everything was fine.

Eric made me watch this short documentary called Ocularist. It is fascinating that realistic prosthetic eyes can be made, but I really don't need to see the guy taking molds of eye sockets. Come on, I don't. I'd forgotten about the squishing-the eyes-with-the-thumbs scene in 28 Days Later until watching it again the other night. And yeah, there's that eye scene in Kill Bill 2.

I have a strong stomach for lots of things. I see all kinds of stuff at work that would bother many people. I've observed surgeries and even an autopsy. But, please, oh please keep me away from eyeballs. Ick!


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