Friday, July 9, 2010

The Latest Rendition of "The Dog Ate My Homework"

I really have been trying to get back into a regular blogging routine. Where once I was posting five times a week, lately I have been lucky to get in two. It seems that there is always something that comes up. Each thing, in and of itself, sounds perfectly reasonable. But as a list, it begins to resemble the kid telling her teacher why her math assignment is late once again.

My list thus far has included: "I had to take my grandmother to the hospital." "My parrot had a heart attack." "I was up all night at the newspaper."

See what I mean? Well, this week, I was resolved to get back on track. Ah, but wait. Are you ready for the latest, greatest excuse?

"The dog scratched my eye."

On Wednesday night, for once I got home early on a deadline night from the newspaper. I was going to get a good night's sleep, and spend the next several days catching up on things, including blogging. It was 10:30 p.m. - Sabrina was already fast asleep; she wakes up at 3 a.m., starting work at 5 a.m. in Santa Rosa. I crawled into bed, and as I was lying down, my lab Ripley flopped down next to me in the dark, closer than I realized. Suddenly I had an excruciating pain in my left eye. She had unintentionally stuck one of her nails directly into my eyeball (not the lid, the eye). I capped my hand over the eye and drew my breath in sharply and audibly, loud enough to wake Sabrina up. "What's wrong?" I was barely able to talk. The pain was incredible. I wasn't sure at that point what I would find when I uncupped my eye.

After a few moments, time enough to get my breath back, I went to the bathroom to look. My eye was tearing, and very red. But what was alarming, was that I could actually see what looked like a rip in the white of the eye. We called Kaiser - and then what had been an early night turned into a late one.

I was lucky, and it ended up being only a few scratches to the cornea, with no damage to the eye itself. There were particles of dirt from Ripley's nails in the eye, so the nurses did a 20-minute saline/water rinse to clean out the eye, I was given antibiotic eye drops for the next five days, and painkillers to help me sleep for the next couple of nights - REM sleep is the hardest, because your eye moves rapidly, so the painkillers help alleviate that.

But here comes the excuse part. I was told to rest my eyes for at least a couple of days, not reading or spending time on the computer. I managed to get through all of Thursday, only cheating by checking my Blackberry. By the end of the day, my eye was tired.

It's feeling much better today, after a second night's rest, and so I am daring to sit down at the keyboard.

Really, though. Enough is enough. Could we get through just two weeks without a trip to a hospital or an emergency room? Barring any more unforeseen disasters, I truly will be blogging on a more regular basis!


  1. Oh my gosh! I get your point about the excuses but really, you're allowed to take a break because of all this. I hope you feel better soon.

  2. So sorry to hear this!!!! Best thoughts for healing.

  3. this actually does sound pretty painful! Ye-ouch! i have just found your blog and really like it -- so i hope you keep posting, even if you need a pirate patch over one eye!!

  4. Luckily I only had to wear the pirate patch for about an hour - since the one I had was an unsightly hodgepodge of gauze and tape, with nothing dashing or black or debonair about it at all. Harumphhh. Where's the fun in that? Back to my usual nerdy Zen look of close-cropped hair and glasses. Guess I wasn't destined to be a pirate.