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I decided I didn't have enough excitement in my life, and had my hubby poke me in the eye at 4:30am on Sunday morning while we were both sleeping. I wussed out and finally went to the ER at noon to find out I had taken two nice chunks out of my left cornea. Now I look like a retarded pirate and can't see worth a crap. I wonder if Captain Jack needs a rum drinking sidekick?