aaarrrrrrrrghhhhh

That's me trying to 'sound' like a pirate, cause at the moment I 'feel' like one... minus the fancy eye patch with the skull/xbones! I was feeding the donkeys some leaves yesterday and had a mishap. I was holding a bundle of branches and Ms. Molly got a little excited and grabbed an entire branch out of my arms and the end of the branch flipped up and tagged my right eye!

I was taken to my knees by an unprovoked donkey attack, it was brutal, I fought through the pain, pulled myself back to the house on hands and knees... struggling, grasping to hope....

OK, so I was taken 'out' by a tree branch. OUCH! It was an instant take down, complete surrendor to the tears that poured from my eye. I did manage to walk back to the house fine. But I spent the next hour desperately trying to open my eye to see what could be causing so much pain! No success!

Shawn got home from work, and I was a true mess by then. Didn't know the eye was capable of pouring out so much water and it continued to gush. By that point I was convinced that if I had something in my eye, surely the tears would have washed them away by then, so I feared a scratch of some sort. Shawn was finally able to crank my lid open long enough to see a definite scratch.

Dr. Cliff Stratton to the rescue. Blessing for us that he was still in his office when we called. My whining all the way to his office made the trip downright miserable for Shawn but he was such a tolerant hubby, love that guy! Dr. Stratton had some miracle drops that numbed by eye, whew, instant relief, and that allowed me to actually open my eye for the first time in 2 hours. Yep, it was a scratch on my cornea. But nothing more serious, thank goodness. But the doc couldn't give me any miracle drops to heal the scratch in 10 seconds like I was hoping, I've just gotta be a big girl and wait it out.

This morning I still can't open my eye. My kids think I look funny, glad I can at least be entertaining in my pain, now thats a good mommy, huh?! I'm taking pain medicine and applying a bag of frozen corn... I was a little bit rebellious because Dr. Stratton suggested frozen peas, giggle, but I have bags of frozen corn in my freezer, so wild and crazy as it may be... I shall be a rebel, here with my little bag of corn!

So, in the end, I shall indeed survive, it was iffy there for a little while. Dr. Stratton PROMISED me, no pressure doc, that I should be all healed in a few day... may get worse before it gets better, but better is the ultimate goal.

PS - I still very much love my Ms. Molly, she apologized to me and begged for my forgiveness, which I granted immediately with a bucket of sweet feed. All is well, er, uh, well, it WILL be well when I can quit walking around like 'one-eyed Jack' or more amusing...'Pirate Jack'!