Dear Right Eye
I fucking hate you, right eye.
Right now, I'm typing this at work. My right is closed. I have no option. It's swollen shut. I look like a freak. I feel dizzy and congested. The ophthalmologist says it's a strain of antibiotic-resistant staph, which explains why it went from a little redness to 'Guy looks like a freak' in about three days. If the Augmentin doesn't cure this by Monday, I have to go in for emergency surgery. Even if this is cured by Monday, I may still have to go in for surgery to remove the tear duct.
I don't mind all that. I've been blind in this eye before. I can operate without depth perception. I've faced the possibility of permanent disability and disfigurement previously. But I can't stand the looks people give me. Whether they are the 'Jesus, what's wrong with his face?' looks or the 'Poor Guy can't get a break' look, I can't stand them. I'd rather sit alone in my apartment rather than have to see those furtive glances. I'd rather just suffer in silence than go and get a coffee. I hope to hell that the train is empty when I go home today (yeah... right).
This isn't how I want to be noticed.
Right now, I'm typing this at work. My right is closed. I have no option. It's swollen shut. I look like a freak. I feel dizzy and congested. The ophthalmologist says it's a strain of antibiotic-resistant staph, which explains why it went from a little redness to 'Guy looks like a freak' in about three days. If the Augmentin doesn't cure this by Monday, I have to go in for emergency surgery. Even if this is cured by Monday, I may still have to go in for surgery to remove the tear duct.
I don't mind all that. I've been blind in this eye before. I can operate without depth perception. I've faced the possibility of permanent disability and disfigurement previously. But I can't stand the looks people give me. Whether they are the 'Jesus, what's wrong with his face?' looks or the 'Poor Guy can't get a break' look, I can't stand them. I'd rather sit alone in my apartment rather than have to see those furtive glances. I'd rather just suffer in silence than go and get a coffee. I hope to hell that the train is empty when I go home today (yeah... right).
This isn't how I want to be noticed.