Most days I wake up with an eager desire to be productive. Some days I fail to comply. Today I woke up with a handicap.
Vision is a privilege we sometimes take for granted. The precious gift of sight is what creates memories, the art of understanding and to simply avoid walking into things.
I woke up on a Monday morning as I usually do; stretch, crunch my toes, complain…the usual. You know that saying “what you don’t know won’t hurt you”? I didn’t know I had a breeding eye infection, I didn’t know I looked like Arnold Schwarzenegger in the Terminator...well golly, I was swell! Until the mirror told me and my reflection doesn’t lie. The mirror is as blunt as it can get, it doesn't slowly reveal the truth for fear of causing you to panic and it certainly doesn’t send words of comfort. I panicked.
I inspected the swelled up eyelids that created a fourth dimension and an unknown substance oozing from my ducts like soft serve vanilla ice cream. (Ok, it wasn’t that disgusting but I panicked.) I scrambled to look for medicated eye drops, only to be disappointed to find expired bottles. It was the same disappointed feeling after realizing my coupon to Fuddruckers had expired in 2002…I was craving a free cookie. This nuisance of terrorized red vein vessels had slowly consumed me within all of its glory. You win eyeball. Uncontrollable tears streamed down my face and I could no longer open my eye for the sensitivity to light had caused me to surrender. I closed my eyes and slept.
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