I thought my eye was cool but after mentioning that it was red and having a few people ask if I'm taking care of myself, I wondered briefly what it would be like to be blind and then went to the doctor.
This is a photo I took to prove to Halle that my eyes weren't bleeding:
I have this nifty trick I do in these situations, a guilt-inducing thing I got from my mom. It started when I didn't want to wear a bicycle helmet and my mom's response was, "That's just what I need. Two children with brain damage."
Helmet on head. Well done, mom. You have traumatized me into being safe. Very effective.
I wouldn't care well for Neill in our old age if I'm blind. He'd have his caregivers and I'd have my seeing eye dog and we'd be a big old mess together. We'd be roommates with Clarence, his wheelchair-bound roommate who he's lived with for over ten years, and it'd be a party every day. Actually it'd probably be awesome.
Regardless, I went to LensCrafters.
And I have an infection! So now I'm putting in drops to fix that and I can't wear contacts for a week. Which is totally fine except for the sun so I had prescription sunglasses made, too.
And for those two hours while I had sunglasses but no glasses I became one of those PEOPLE WHO DON'T TAKE OFF THEIR SUNGLASSES INDOORS.
I hate those people. They are shady, literally.
This is a photo of me wearing my new prescription sunglasses indoors:
Is it just me or do I look like I need an attitude adjustment in this photo compared to the one at top? I swear, wearing sunglasses indoors will make you act like a jerk. It's weird.
You also have to be careful not to bump into walls, counters, and other people.