It was Monday morning around 5:00 am, and I went for my nightly (mid morning?) pee. You see, I am like a toddler that can’t make it through the night. Anyway, when I opened the door, my cute little (but fat) cat Tuna Turner, waiting outside the door for me to give him all of my love and attention before I headed back behind the closed door that is our bedroom. As I turned off the bathroom light, I noticed that Tuna moved towards the wall in the music room. I bent down to pet my beautiful fuzzy kitty and then BAM I felt a protruding object enter my eye. A flash of white blinded my right eye and sharp stabbing pain ensued. Like the grown up that I am, I immediately started sobbing out of fear of blindness and the throbbing I was experiencing in my right eyeball. Mr. Opposite then hopped out of bed, came to my rescue, hugged me and calmed me down. Thank god I have him and that he was home, otherwise my parents would have been called at 5am by their hysterical daughter sending them into a complete panic.
Yeah. Ouch. Mr. Opposite had done a recording the previous week and tucked away the Mic stand in the middle of the carpet, in the music room that is in between our bedroom and the bathroom. So that, coupled with Tuna luring me into the music room to trap me into the torture chamber, and I fact that I have terrible night vision (I know this, and yet refuse to put my glasses on when I get up at night), it was a trifecta of booby traps resulting in me nearly blinding myself. What’s that all about?
As the pain was borderline intolerable, and the fact that my vision was a bit blurry and I tossed my cookies, Telehealth told me I needed to get to emerge ASAP. Yes I called Telehealth.
It was my first time at St. Mikes so I had to give them all of my information: name, date of birth, emergency contact. Emergency contact? The breaks hit for a moment here, for 30 years of my life, my parents were always my go to emergency contact. But they are in Windsor, and I am the luckiest girl in the world because I have Mr. Opposite now. So, for the first time in my life, my partner in crime was listed as my emergency contact, not my mom and not my dad. It was a little weird initially, but it was so right. I witnessed myself grow up right in front of my very own eye (the other eye was a little swollen and excessively blinking). Honestly though, when I think about it, if something were to happen to me, the first person I would want to see would be him. He’s my number one. He calms down my crazy, which is a hard skill to acquire, and he’s my perfect opposite that I now need in order to function as a human.
So, after 6.5 hours in emergency, having an IV hookup in my arm that they never used, and experiencing my very first CT scan, it was determined that I have a soft tissue injury in my eye and eye hole. Thank. God. I was so worried that I was going to loose my eye, wear a patch, or have brain damage. Turns out the only brain damage I have is the damage I’ve always had, ADHD and lack of spacial awareness.