On Sunday Clyde was working on the gate he has been building and when using the grinder (is that what it that tool is called? grinder? sander? skillsaw? I'm not sure.), something flew up into his eye. The next morning, after lots of eyedrops and not too much sleep, he had a very red and painful looking right eye.
Clyde: If I fold up my upper eye lid do you think you could look at my eye?
Me: No! Ugh. <insert retching noise here>
Clyde: You can't look?
Me: Eyeballs are so gross.
Clyde: It feels like there's still something in my eye.
Me: I might barf just talking about it.
Clyde: <silence>
Me: OK. Let me call the eye doctor for you.
He goes off to the appointment I have arranged for him and after a while I get a text that says: It was a piece of metal the size of a VW bug. I think I could sell it as scrap on Craigslist.
Clyde: If I fold up my upper eye lid do you think you could look at my eye?
Me: No! Ugh. <insert retching noise here>
Clyde: You can't look?
Me: Eyeballs are so gross.
Clyde: It feels like there's still something in my eye.
Me: I might barf just talking about it.
Clyde: <silence>
Me: OK. Let me call the eye doctor for you.
He goes off to the appointment I have arranged for him and after a while I get a text that says: It was a piece of metal the size of a VW bug. I think I could sell it as scrap on Craigslist.
aren't you glad you didn't look?
Posted by: sandie | January 12, 2010 at 01:16 PM
I might throw up just READING about it.
Posted by: Drewmcmanus | January 13, 2010 at 07:08 AM