One of the reasons blogging has been a bit lighter than I have ideas for at the moment is because of me being a clumsy eejit. On Hogmanay, I managed, while stone cold sober before anyone insinuates anything, to poke myself in the eye with the Radio Times. Basically what I have now is a paper cut on my cornea. At the time, it really hurt, but calmed down within a day or two.
Since then, I've been waking up several times a week since in excruciating pain. It basically feels like I'm being stabbed in the eye, it's very watery and then when it calms down to a dull ache I can't read properly for ages cos my vision is blurry. This has led to me resorting to using a pirate patch from Anna's toybox so I can get on with some work.
I went to the GP yesterday and he gave me some drops which sting like hell. Then I went to the optician today. She told me to ditch the GP's drops and go and get two different types of drops and put them in a total of 5 times a day. That's great fun for me cos I hate touching round my eye - but I have to do it because if there's one thing I hate more, it's anyone else touching round my eye. So far the artificial tears do seem to be helping. I'm not looking forward to putting in the Lacrilube later tonight. I mean, what sort of name is that? It sounds like a product you'd use to grease your car engine. Or something. If it means I'm not going to wake up in agony, I'll give it a go, though.
I'll tell you later about the other reason blogging has been a bit lighter. If you follow me on Twitter you may already have an idea......