I still can't tell you exactly what happened. I didn't see it coming. Yet, despite my blindness, I forged on and continued with my garden chores with one hand over my injured eye and squinting out of my good eye.
Why I continued on is beyond me. I was pretty certain I had left my right eyeball on the branch of one of our pine trees.
After 20 more minutes of one-handed weeding pulling had passed, I realized my eyesight and pain was not going to miraculously fix itself.
I needed a doctor.
Now, considering I'm married to a doctor, you'd think that would be an easy task, wouldn't you?
You see, I ended up going on vacation with our two youngest kids, my in-laws, and the dogs.
Did you notice who's missing in that line-up?
That's right. Doc H.
My poor man's parents flew half way across the country to visit him and Doc H had to stay behind to man his surgery department and patients, while we all ventured over 200 miles away to our
I did my best to doctor myself. I flushed my eye with water and artificial tears. I held a cold compress to my eye. I went to bed early with the hopes I would wake up in the morning feeling as if nothing ever happened.
That was the longest night of my life. No sleep. No rest. No over-night eye repair. Only intense and severe eye pain.
At 6am, I phoned Doc H before he went into the OR for his first case of the day. I told him my tale, and began sobbing. I needed a doctor.
He advised I go to the local ER.
I woke Doc H's father up and he jumped into action.
I had multiple foreign objects removed from my eye and a badly injured cornea.
The remainder of my "vacation" was spent in a dark room listening to anything on tv while on heavy narcotics... with no doctor in sight.
Where's my doctor when I need him?