I am a total dork. (Not that this comes as a stunning surprise to most of you, but there you go.)
My sweet husband made me a Jack O' Lantern pin to wear to school. I was attempting to super glue a pin back to the reverse of the clay pumpkin on Monday evening. The superglue was all dried and crusty at the top of the tube. When I went to scrape away the dried gunk, a hunk of dry super glue went into my right eye.
As I've mentioned before, my family is hell on our eyes, so luckily, JF dashed for the eye wash. I still felt like there was grit in the eye, despite the repeated washings, so off I went to the ER to be checked out. I arrived there at 9:15 pm on Monday evening. I got sent back into the ER at 12:15, to wait on a gurney in the freezing hallway. The nurse who "triaged" me said that she would have to have the doctor check me out.
The doctor came and prodded around in my eye, and said that he wanted to look at it under a special light. I was moved into a small treatment room. I mentioned to the nurse that I felt like a total idiot. I mean, I know that superglue in the eye is probably not the weirdest thing she's ever seen, right? She tells me that she was helping vaccinate the troops for deployment to the Middle East a few years ago, when she inadvertently got *anthrax* in her own eye.
The long and short of it all (too late!) is that, thankfully, there was no lasting damage. I got out of the ER at 2:45 am, and am now in possession of a miniscule bottle of eyedrops that would have cost me $102 had I not had the good fortune to have a prescription drug card.
I have an appointment with a specialist tomorrow to make sure that there's no lasting damage and no sign of infection. Now, if they only have a prescription for complete dorkiness, I'll be all set.