Emergency Room Visit 2014


Yesterday, I was doing some light carving. It occurred to me that I should stop and get protective eyewear, like you do. Except, when I stood up, I blinked, and there was something in my eye already.

After several water flushes, a phone call or two, and some praying, I ended up needing a trip to the local ER. They put dye in it, and pulled at it a lot, and poured over a liter of saline in there, while holding my eye open. They never found anything. Apparently, I managed to get it out at home. I did have some corneal scratches though, so I was prescribed some antibiotic eye drops.

I spent a good bit of the night nauseated, and I kind of want to go back to bed. This morning, I’m grateful for insurance. #GoObamaCare

P.S. Since when is it an Emergency “Department” instead of Emergency “Room?” I mean, the new terminology is more accurate and descriptive, but it’s so much easier to say ER, rather than saying ED, and people thinking you are talking about Erectile Dysfunction.

About Rory

Rory writes for Terminally Intelligent, a journal, blog, and place of repentance. He has PTSD, OCD, Anxiety, Bipolar Disorder, and Psychosis. He works to raise awareness and lower stigma through education.
This entry was posted in Mental Illness. Bookmark the permalink.

2 Responses to Emergency Room Visit 2014

  1. Amy says:

    Ouch! I’m glad it wasn’t more serious. When I was 15 I was curling my bangs (big hair 90s, yo) and I somehow managed to drop the curling iron directly into my eyeball! So, I can sympathize with the injured eye thing.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s