I call it . . .
The Dance of the Eye Drop Delinquent.
I have to put drops in my eyes every four hours until my surgery on Thursday.
I am terrible at drops. TERRIBLE.
TERRIBLE.
I don't really like things coming at, or touching my eyeballs. And even though I am too blind to see the drops coming at my eyeball, I anticipate it. Therefore, I can't stop blinking when aiming the drops at my eyeball.
I also can't see well enough to aim straight anyway. I kind of have to weave and bob around while kind of freaking out at the anticipation of the drop landing in my eyeball.
So I end up wearing a few drops before one eventually gets in my eyeball.
One person told me today that I'm pretty much like a child about the whole thing.
It's true.
Or is it . . . a new fancy dance that I invented called the Dance of the Eye Drop Delinquent.
Not unlike the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy, only with less sugar plums and less fairies.
And I'm the delinquent.
C.T.
1 comment:
CT, I can so relate. I had to put drops in my eyes for six weeks and it was just not possible -- running down my face, spilling unto my nose, splashing on my clothes, etc. But then I discovered that if I pinched and pulled out the skin under my eye and just threw a few drops in there, it worked fine. Mind you, I now have large permanent pouches under each eye, but at least I got those drops in there swift and sound. Might want to try that.
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