So the mysterious case of the Red Motherfucking Eye continues.
After my workmates freaking the fuck out that I had another stroke, and the ridiculous coincidence that the chick that had an aneurysm in the bathroom last year ALSO sporting a mysterious red eye, I took some rather fucking AWESOME advice and went to the optometrist.
Who woulda thunk it? Going to see an optometrist about a sore eye?
My doctor was all ‘No WORRIES! ALL OK!’ but apparently he was wrong.
I got me a nice old scratch on my sclera, aka the part formerly known as white.
And a little HULK SMASH ROID RAGE using some aptly named steroid eye drops…
And if it doesn’t clear up in 3 days I get to go and see the surgeon…
*cue wavy vision and time passing music*
Well it’s been 3 days plus like 7.
5 weeks total. And no fucking difference – except terrifying small children with my red HULK RAGE eye.
After revisiting my friendly optometrist who declared my eye ‘bizarre’ and ‘ weird’, guess where I will be going?
The eye surgeon with the worst breath and beside manner of all specialists in the history of forever.
After I get some heavy duty fucking eye cream, a nap and an eyebrow wax OMG HOW DO I LEAVE THE HOUSE LOOKING LIKE THAT?!?!