My Eye

We were working on raking up all of the fall leaves. The wind blew and I got a face full of dried leaf confetti. I did the standard automatic response and rubbed my eyes. It felt like there was still something in there. I plunged my head into the sink, I used the shower nozzle to power wash my eyelids, and I even drank a pint of hot sauce to get the tears flowing. Nothing worked. It was getting worse. I couldn’t see, couldn’t open my eyes. It felt like sandpaper on the underside of my eyelids. When my wife got home she insisted I get medical help. I assured her that there was nothing wrong with me and I was absolutely fine. So, of course, I immediately found myself in the emergency room getting my eye flushed. She was right. They said there was nothing in my eye but that I had scratched it when I tried to brush out the autumnal debris. They gave me some drops and said that I should be fine. That wasn’t how I planned on spending my day. I can honestly say that once I got the gunk scrubbed out of my eye, the view out of the window this morning was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

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