I was hesistant to share my story with the members of The book club. I have to say I am quite intimidated by the clever diction that is characteristic of this site but then I thought "Who the hell cares what they think?" Dr. Kleeman said it would be good for me to find a creative outlet for my anger and bitterness, and since he's been a pretty good shrink so far I thought I'd give it a try. This is a narrative of my recent tragedy...
Monday, March 1st 1:17am
I was exhausted from a long day of classes and was on the verge of my dreamland when I glanced across the dark room and noticed definite edges to my closet and that the large red digital numbers on my clock were clear. I was immediately filled with rage..."How could you have been so stupid?!? You're still wearing your contacts!!....Oh well, I've done it before and nothing happened. One night won't hurt." I then allowed myself to slip into slumber, little did I know that this decision would haunt me for weeks.
Sunday, March 13th 8:30am
I awoke with a start. My right eye was burning and leaking as if my water main had broken. I tried to open my eyes, it was no use, my inflamed lid wouldn't budge. I blindly made my way down the ladder of my lofted bed and felt my way to the couch. I sat down defeated. My life was over, I would never be able to see again. I forced my eyes open and proceeded to prepare myself for church. I sat through church sniffling and mopping my ever-watering eye. Everyone thought I was being moved by the holy spirit, but no, all I could think of was how bright the room seemed and how I might as well gouge my eye out.
Sunday, March 13th 12:30pm
I laid on my couch wallowing in my own tears and self-pity. I called my mother who then asked me to call my brother. When my brother arrived we went to the emergency room of Good Samaritan Regional Medical Center. The doctor shined this unbelievably bright light into my eye for what seemed like an eternity. It was official, I had injured my cornea from sleeping with my contacts in. (I am not to wear my contacts for at least a month but they did give me vicodin!)
Monday, March 14th
I sat in my dark room not going out into the sunlight all day. I didn't want anyone to see my wretchedness. " You can't produce your vitamin D without the sun" I say to myself, but that doesn't matter anymore. Different friends stop by throughout the day mostly with good wishes but my favorite visitors came bearing a jr. bacon cheeseburger and a mostly melted frosty. They were delicious, the visitors that is.
Tuesday, March 15th 2:20pm
I am feeling much recovered and have realized that the Royal Tenenbaums DVD has some great extras!
May my story be a lesson to you all. Do what the doctors say they seem to know what they're talking about.
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