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Monday's cornea tear left me bedridden for almost 2 days (walking around blind can be really tiring and dangerous). That was quite scary; the searing pain, the inability to open both eyes though only only my left eye should be affected (somehow opening my right eye caused pain in the left eye as well), the incessant tearing, the swelling of the eye, migraines... have i mentioned the pain? Thoughts of what-if i lost my sight were constantly floating around; what if I never got to read again/ what if I became this huge bumbling burden incapable of functioning on a daily basis/ what if I never get to see new things, new faces ever again. I guess those fears were misguided but still, it was so real.
So that was 2 days worth of doing nothing but lying on the bed, listening to music and drifting in and out of sleep. So much sleep I actually had dreams. Not brilliant ones but enough to set me thinking. And realising. And building castles in the air.
Would it be odd to think that i'm ready to embark on a new chapter in life? Cornea tears are not life-changing episodes but I think I just re-discovered the things that make me feel complete.
So that was 2 days worth of doing nothing but lying on the bed, listening to music and drifting in and out of sleep. So much sleep I actually had dreams. Not brilliant ones but enough to set me thinking. And realising. And building castles in the air.
Would it be odd to think that i'm ready to embark on a new chapter in life? Cornea tears are not life-changing episodes but I think I just re-discovered the things that make me feel complete.