Dan and I have been MIA for about two weeks. No blogs, haven't left the house much, we're pretty pathetic. This all started almost 2 weeks ago now. On Thursday, I came to work as usual, and my eyes were really irritated. I washed my contacts off several times that day, but they were burning, irritated, and itchy. I got home, and hopped in the shower, where I took my contacts out and was going to resort to my glasses. Well, no more than I got my contacts out that I realized that something was seriously wrong. I couldn't open my eye, it was sensitive to light, and felt like I had a handful of sand in it. I laid all night on the couch with my eyes shut, and got up and went to bed around 11:30. At 4:00, I woke up, and my eye was hurting soooo bad that literally, no kidding, I was screaming in pain. I wanted to cry, but my eye hurt too badly. Finally, at 5:30 a.m., Dan couldn't stand to see me in such pain, so he took me to the emergency room. The ER doctor on call did confirm that I had indeed scratched my eye, put some good ole' tetracaine on there, and numbed it up. I felt sooo much better. He prescribed me some antibiotic drops, and some heavy duty pain meds, and off I was. Dan had a house call in Monticello, so he stopped off there and did his house call. While he was in there, the pain meds started to wear off, and I was in just as much pain again. The doctor wouldn't give me any of the numbing drops. Well, lucky for me, I live with a doctor who would rather give me the medicine than he would listen to me whine. So, off Dan was to Lafayette to get a bottle of tetracaine. (Yes, in the same class of drugs as COCAINE.) To make a REALLY long story short, the scratch got infected, and then turned into an ulcer, and it took me over a week to recover. If you have never scratched your eye, let alone gotten an ulcer in your eye, it's the most painful thing I've ever experienced. I have been hit in the face with a shotput, and it didn't compare to this. I'm really really lucky to work in a place that is so understanding and great about it. I was off for a week, although I did work remotely for two days last week, although I'm back, and feeling much better now.
Now,......on Friday night (yes, the same day that Dan took me to the ER in Monticello) he called me and informed me that he himself was on the way to the emergency room in Lafayette, as he had just gotten bitten by a dog. The little chihuaua bit him right on the pinky finger, and bit clear through his finger. You could see his bone. I rushed in there, although to discover that it wasn't quite as bad as I had expected, but still felt terrible, because although I've never personally been bitten by a dog, I have heard that it's incredibly painful. So, we were both in the ER in the same day. What are the chances of that?
We're both healing nicely, me probably a little better than him, if you can believe that. His pinky is infected and swollen, and he can't straighten his finger out. It's gotta be painful.
So......here's the picture. Living proof. Our hospital ER bracelets. Priceless.
