Stubborn, snarly male
Patsfan woke up shortly after I posted that last entry. He was making funny noises and fiddling with eyedrops, which he can rarely get in for himself, so I offered to help. His eye was in agony. He thought something got in it when he was stretching on the living room floor this morning, which makes the two prime candidates glitter (from glittery tissue paper we used on gifts) and kitty litter (which we used to sand the front stairs and has since dried up and gotten everywhere). Yay.
Get him to let me try and look. Can't even touch his face anywhere near the eye. Finally get some drops in, he screams like it was pure hydrochloric acid. I start talking about going to a doctor. He doesn't wanna. We try more drops. More screeching. I start telling horror stories about eye scratches and infections. Finally get him to disgorge the name of an eye doctor he saw the last time he had a problem (burst blood vessel). They're on vacation, refer us to someone else. They can take us. Wonderful. Call in late to work, and bundle him up.
His idea? Oh, no, don't be late. We'll take two cars, then you can just leave from there.
::headdesk::
What part of "you can't see, therefore you should not drive" does he not understand?
Whatever had gotten in his eye, was gone by the time the opthamologist anesthetized it and curled the eyelids inside out to look. But there was, indeed, a scratch. Hence the yelping. Doc put some goop in the eye and some more drops, and gave him a bottle of drops to use 4x/day until gone. I just called him, and his vision is still blurry. He's still going to try to go to work. Says he'll sign the EO sheet (Early Out) so that if it's slow (on New Year's weekend???) he can be one of the first to be cut. I reminded him that the ability to see the road is a priority over the ability to see people's cards, dice, and money. He still thinks I should have let him drive earlier.
::headdesk::
Get him to let me try and look. Can't even touch his face anywhere near the eye. Finally get some drops in, he screams like it was pure hydrochloric acid. I start talking about going to a doctor. He doesn't wanna. We try more drops. More screeching. I start telling horror stories about eye scratches and infections. Finally get him to disgorge the name of an eye doctor he saw the last time he had a problem (burst blood vessel). They're on vacation, refer us to someone else. They can take us. Wonderful. Call in late to work, and bundle him up.
His idea? Oh, no, don't be late. We'll take two cars, then you can just leave from there.
::headdesk::
What part of "you can't see, therefore you should not drive" does he not understand?
Whatever had gotten in his eye, was gone by the time the opthamologist anesthetized it and curled the eyelids inside out to look. But there was, indeed, a scratch. Hence the yelping. Doc put some goop in the eye and some more drops, and gave him a bottle of drops to use 4x/day until gone. I just called him, and his vision is still blurry. He's still going to try to go to work. Says he'll sign the EO sheet (Early Out) so that if it's slow (on New Year's weekend???) he can be one of the first to be cut. I reminded him that the ability to see the road is a priority over the ability to see people's cards, dice, and money. He still thinks I should have let him drive earlier.
::headdesk::