We’re all guilty of going through the motions of a daily routine and not really paying much attention to the details of our actions. I think of it as mental autopilot. Sometimes though, the details come back to bite us.
I have vision issues. Of my father’s 5 children, I was the only one to get his defective eye gene. I’ve worn glasses since I was 11 years old, graduated to contact lens in my late teens, eventually had corrective surgery in my early 40s, and by my early 50s, my vision had begun to deteriorate again … which meant I was back into the routine and hassle of contact lens and glasses.
One Friday morning as I was preparing for work, I was deep in thought about the busy day ahead of me. I had put on my contact lens, but since allergies and contacts don’t go well together, my eyes felt very gritty and dry as usual. I reached into the bathroom cabinet for my eye drops.
Are you familiar with liquid bandaid?
It is an amazing little product … a glue-like polymer which can be applied to minor cuts and blisters to keep them clean and help them heal. To a person who is distracted on other matters, that little bottle looks very similar to eye drops.
You just know what happened next.
As soon as that first drops of glue hit my eye, I knew I had made a very serious mistake. Funny how that realization always seems to happen a second too late.
I immediately pulled out the contact lens before it could adhere to my eye while at the same time screaming for Gilles. He bounded up the stairs to investigate what I had done and announced he needed to immediately start flushing my eye with water to rinse out the glue.
For the next several minutes – which felt like a lifetime – Gilles saturated my eye with water while I squirmed like a fish on a hook from the panic I wasn’t containing very well.
Finally I could carefully blink my eye open and closed. That was the good news.
The bad news was that the glue had streamed out of my eye all over the right side of my face. I had glue in my eyebrows, in my hair, and my eyelashes stuck together every time I blinked.
To make matters worse, the injured eye was deeply offended by the experience. It responded by going into protective mode and started to swell and tear up uncontrollably. Before long, the eye was swollen closed.
Between the gluey clumps in my hair and swollen eye, I looked a fright. Try making that fun phone call to work explaining why you’re not going to be there.
A subsequent trip to my opthamologist confirmed that there had been no damage to my eye from its accidental gluing and my vision wasn’t any worse than it had already been before. I’m so grateful Gilles was home that morning and for his calm and quick response to my emergency.
Today, the only liquid bandaid we keep in the house is a spray – not drops – and it remains in my hiking backpack … away from accidental misuse.
Thank so much for visiting today. For today’s treat, I’m offering Eclairs. Please help yourself!