It was the fourth trip to the E.R in my lifetime so far. To get ahead of the line I stopped dabbing away blood from the gouge just below my right eye so it looked look I was leaking blood from my eye and not actually below it. I was at Bree’s farm catching the chickens and holding them while she slipped a colored plastic band on their legs. The
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When the E.R interns were checking my eye they noticed a lesion on the back of my eyeball and sent me to a retina specialist. It turned out to be a birthmark instead of a freckle, so all is good. Love my healthy eyeball and the next time I enter the chicken coop I'll be wearing safety goggles, yeah I'll look like a dork but I'm not taking the chance of the hens will gift my other eye a scar to make my face look more symmetrical.
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