Last night Moira slept in her crib, thereby allowing me a restful night's sleep. Which is what makes my awakening all the more rude.
At 6:15am, something scratched my right eye. Yes, while I was sleeping (and having a great dream about Anthony making his first movie--a horror movie, of course) my eyeball was scratched. And the scratching continued for the next hour and a half.
***Warning: The following is boring exposition!***
A few years ago I was diagnosed with Graves Disease which affects the thyroid and the tissue behind the eyes. My thyroid has since been killed off through radioactive iodine treatment, but my eyes have not been treated as there really is no treatment. The tissue behind the eyes swells causing the eyes to bulge. You may have noticed my resemblance to Marty Feldman who also suffered from thyroid related orbitopathy. Well, anyway, one of my eyes seems to be receding while the other continues to "bug," which is great for comedy, incidentally. But every now and then my eyes cause me problems such as I had this morning.
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This morning I felt as if there were a tiny jagged rock glued to the inside of my eyelid. I tried to flush it out. And heaven knows I was producing enough tears to wash away a zen garden. I could not close my eyes without pain. I could not open my eyes fully without pain. And so I sat on my bathroom floor in a Napolean Dynamite gaze. I came to realize that were I ever a prisoner of war and tortured, I would presently go mad. For it is true that for an hour and a half this morning I was a prime candidate for Bellevue. (Anthony even said--once I was sane again--that I was not acting human) Yes, dear friends, this morning I had to continually remind myself what rational behavior was. In my mind the only things I wanted to do were throw things, hit my head against a wall, and break dishes. I was Maher-shalal-hashbaz.
At about 7:45am, the pain subsided. No rock was dislodged from my eye; not even an eyelash. The pain just stopped. What in the name of all that is holy was that all about???!!!
2 comments:
From time to time I too am a victim to the pain, stress and anxiety of a near panic attack when I find out that my socks aren't exactly positioned correctly and that little toe seam strip is ripping my pinky and ring toe apart inside my shoe. Of course this always happens during my hour long morning drive to work, no place to stop, no way to undress and redress during commuting traffic. You just have to grin and bear it. Oh girl, I empathize with you. I hope your episode was a "one time only".
First a mask, and now THIS!!
Hill you have got to stop hurting yourself.
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