This is me. Right now.
And it sucks.
It hurts and it’s oozing and I’m forced to wear a makeshift patch until the eye doctor opens this morning at 9:00.
I’ll go to the eye doctor and say ‘Hey, Doc. Please squirt some of those highly addictive drops in here and let a gal feel better.’
And he’ll say ‘Sorry, Lady. All I can do is put a patch on you just like you had. You’ll just have to suffer until it heals itself – which will be in like a month.’
And I’ll say ‘A month!? You stupid eye man! You can’t make a mother of three suffer for a month. Please help a gal out.’
And he’ll say ‘Nope. I get a secret pleasure watching you stupid people that poke yourselves in the eye suffer. But we are having a sale on eye glass cases if you’re interested?’
And I’ll say ‘You’re a dill hole!’
Then I’ll go home a cry.