So, today I drove 75 miles to see the ophthalmologist for a detailed eye exam (It had been a while). Preparation for the various things the doc was going to do involved drops to dilate my pupils and drops to numb my eyes. At this point, I should note that I really, really don’t like things going anywhere near my eyes. For the life of me, I cannot understand how anyone could wear contact lenses. To put them in, you actually press your finger against your eyeball. Gah!
But I digress.
So after the drops were put into my eyes, I was sent to a dimly lit room to wait for the drops to kick in.
Sometime between then and the start of the examination, I must have rubbed my numb, but watery left eye, thereby scratching my cornea. (I sure wish someone would have stressed the importance of not rubbing one’s eye.)
The bottom line is that I walked into the eye doc’s office with mahvelous farookin’ eyes and walked out with a scratched cornea, antibiotic eye drops and a follow-up appointment later in the week — yes, and another 75-mile drive.
I suppose the good news is that if you must scratch your cornea, the eye doc’s office is a good place to do it.