The eyes have it
Another day, another bizarre domestic accident.
And today's hideous ailment is a scratched cornea. A scratched cornea.
Or: AAAAAAAAAAAARGH! I've scratched by eyeball! Again!
The last time around I was lacing a pair of boots. Saturday's woe was at least the result of something manly - the act of cutting up large chunks of wood in the garden; but it is the most irritating injury ever, something you can do absolutely nothing about until it stops itching.
The nice people at Dorchester County Hospital gave me an eye-patch, so I am now living in a dreadful, toe-stubbing two-dimensional world tempered only by the fact that I am able to spend the next day or so in a darkened room, dressed as a pirate.
Plz to stop laughing at me.