A Traumatic Experience

Today I realized that I have mini-panic attacks when someone wants to touch my eye.

Apparently some dust flew into my eye at Olive Garden yesterday and the doctor has to pull it out...except I kind of thrashed and...maybe shed a tear or two when he "dyed" my eye and touched it with his hand. Sigh...I think I have bruises around my eye where he tried to force my eye open.

Oh and this is the eye drop that I have to use for the next 5 days. Sad life...I should have never went to Olive Garden.