the inherent sensitivity of eyes

somehow, between the hours of going to bed on thursday night, and waking up on friday morning, i seem to have fucked up my eye. i tried with all of my restraint to keep from touching it on friday, which proved hopeless. i rubbed and rubbed and rubbed, until my entire eye socket was dry and red and sore. i must have looked in the mirror fifty times in effort to remove whatever it was that had worked its way in there. nothing. it began to drive me crazy, so i finally went out and bought some visine, took some tylenol and gave up. sleep.

i awoke saturday hoping that things would be better, only to discover that they were actually a bit worse. frustratingly, i had things to do yesterday, and couldn't resolve my eye. christian came down as we were to mix the last of "I Am Not In Spain," which we did. which is another story.

needless to say, while i sat on the couch in ron's studio, attempting to listen with the best of ears, i was nagged by the incessant discomfort of my eye. difficult to stay focused. by the end of the day when i arrived home, i was absolutely exhausted from the energy expended. add to that of course, that i slept about two hours the night before, as i was kept awake by a combination of my eye and coughing. yes, the cold has dropped into my chest.

i took some 'nighttime theraflu,' which works so well that i find it rather frightening, and slept for eleven hours. i awoke today with the resolve that if my eye was not better, i would go to the doctor. but lo! it had improved, which thusly led me to believe that i must have somehow scratched it and therefore should craft up some kind of patch so that it may rest and heal. voila. a balled up sock and a scarf. it was really all about getting the pressure just right. hopefully tomorrow will be better.

it brings to mind years ago, when two friends and i were building a soundproofed studio in our garage, and i got a sliver of a screw wedged into the underside of my top eyelid. that was immeasurably worse. the pain was excruciating, and i had a black eye by four am when i finally called cheryl to drive me to the emergency room. the doctors removed it, and she and i went out to lunch. the sun was out on a cold winter day, and we ate falafel. i've known her ten years now. my god.

Posted by jeff pitcher at January 4, 2004 07:55 PM

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