So, my eye.

DS gave me a rather nasty scratch about 8 months ago. Hurt like the billy-oh, but should heal up in a few weeks.

4 months ago, loads of pain. Not healing brilliantly, keep up with the lubricating, should be fine.

This week, pain. Extra lubricant. I can use it. Monday morning, no way. Too much pain. So went to the GP. Got some different lubricating drops. Used them.

Instant, excrutiating pain. DH needed to take me straight to the eye hospital, as I couldn't drive myself. Well, I say straight to the hospital: he had to spend another hour or so at work before he came home and was very upset about his evening being ruined by going to hospital (poor duckie).

What has happened is that my eye should have healed flat. Instead, the cells have grown over the abraision but not bedded down: they rise up like a small hillock. And my REM sleep has meant my eyelid has broken the top off this mound of cells. Hurts.

But nowhere near as much as the doctor taking a needle and removing the rest of this mound, so that it can try to heal flat again. So much pain. And soooo alone - I hate this! I either wear a patch, walk around with my eyes closed (or touch-type) or just put up with blurred vision and pain. DH expected me to get up this morning, knowing what happened last night, get DS up, make his lunch and walk him to school. OK, so I offered on the way TO the hospital, before my eye was operated on! He was very grumpy when I got him out of bed to do it.

Thankfully he has gone abroad today so I don't have to see him tonight. Not that I'd have to anyway, I can just keep my eyes closed. But he's out of my hair at least, and DS is really sweet about it, holding my hand to take me where I need to go. Or to the freezer so I can make him an ice cream. He hasn't quite grasped that isn't going to happen with no vision!