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Damn, I walked into a clothes-line
With my left eye! And now I've got a nasty bruise on my eyelid, it hurts every time i blink. (4382 times so far, I believe.)
I did some laundry yesterday and put some of it on lines to dry in the basement overnight. This morning, at 6 a.m., still pitch dark out, I went to get a sweater to wear for work.
Coming down the (lit) stairs I didn't think it necessary to turn on the lights in the basement as it was just a couple paces to where the sweater was.
Mistake!
I know my way around the place well enough, but I had failed to recall that the clothes-lines, 8 of them, are fairly tightly strung, and, what's worse, extended precisely at my eye-level with one of them conveniently in front of the door coming in to the drying room.
Right in the eye.
Of course, the natural reflex to close one's eyes in such circumstances set in, which is the best part of it all I suppose, no damage to my eye-sight or anything, but I could do without that bruising now trying to heal up and continuously failing due to that other natural reflex of blinking every goddamned five seconds.
Now I've put a homemade patch over it, napkin and bandaids, and we'll see how it is in the morning. I hope I get the use of both my eyes back, I can't even pour a cup of coffee properly seeing out of just one.
Moral: Global warming be damned. Always turn on the lights when retrieving pieces of garment in the early morning hours.
Or, I'm pressed to admit, just use the tumbler/drier like I was chastising Theben for doing a short while ago.
I did some laundry yesterday and put some of it on lines to dry in the basement overnight. This morning, at 6 a.m., still pitch dark out, I went to get a sweater to wear for work.
Coming down the (lit) stairs I didn't think it necessary to turn on the lights in the basement as it was just a couple paces to where the sweater was.
Mistake!
I know my way around the place well enough, but I had failed to recall that the clothes-lines, 8 of them, are fairly tightly strung, and, what's worse, extended precisely at my eye-level with one of them conveniently in front of the door coming in to the drying room.
Right in the eye.
Of course, the natural reflex to close one's eyes in such circumstances set in, which is the best part of it all I suppose, no damage to my eye-sight or anything, but I could do without that bruising now trying to heal up and continuously failing due to that other natural reflex of blinking every goddamned five seconds.
Now I've put a homemade patch over it, napkin and bandaids, and we'll see how it is in the morning. I hope I get the use of both my eyes back, I can't even pour a cup of coffee properly seeing out of just one.
Moral: Global warming be damned. Always turn on the lights when retrieving pieces of garment in the early morning hours.
Or, I'm pressed to admit, just use the tumbler/drier like I was chastising Theben for doing a short while ago.
Get well soon.
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