Accident-Proneness is Genetic

One night, I was watching Drop Dead Diva on Netflix and swooning over Grayson’s beautiful eyes when my left arm slid off my bed headboard and I ended up punching/scratching my own eye.

Boy, did it hurt. I thought sleep would make it better, but the next morning, it was still in so much pain. It kept on weeping, and tears streamed not just from the eye but from my nose, too, like it does when I ugly-cry.

Not only did I have trouble keeping the hurt eye open, but opening the other eye made it hurt more, so I had to keep both closed. As a result I had to grope my way around the house whenever I needed to go to the toilet or eat and I felt like I was Matt Murdock (Daredevil), only to realise that at least Matt had his other super senses. 😕

I went to the clinic twice. The doctor dropped some amazing painkillers that took the pain away immediately, but the effect only lasted an hour or two and he didn’t want to give me my own bottle. So I suffered for two days.

I’m glad it happened, though, because:

(1) It led to me having to find another way of entertaining myself that did not involve using my eyes, which made me discover the famous Serial podcast which is so great, you guys, that you should listen to it if you haven’t yet!

(2) A few hours of having to do without my eyesight made me appreciate it more. Shrouded in darkness, I realized how gifted I am to be able to read and watch movies and blog and enjoy a bunch of other activities because I have perfect vision. 🙈

(3) The pain was so intense that it was the only thing I was aware of, and I couldn’t even enjoy anything else I was doing for some time. On the first day I couldn’t even eat and just lay in bed for 12 hours.

Why is this good? It made me empathize with all the cancer patients or people with painful diseases, and in the future, I would be more sympathetic to them.

You could say it was definitely an EYE-opening experience. 😆

By day 3 the acute pain was gone, leaving only a dull pain, a foggy vision, and redness. It was a bit difficult to work with blurry sight, but I managed.

By day 4 I could tell it was healing because it was so itchy that I wanted to scratch it. 😩

By day 7 it was as if nothing had happened. I was back to BAU (Business As Usual – work term, oops). I was perfect.

But back home, my dad had a motorcycle accident.

Luckily it wasn’t serious, just a bruised face and a sprained hand. It could easily have been something so much worse. 😭

When I heard the news, I remembered a conversation we had over lunch one time, about how you should know your family history of illnesses because genetics plays a huge part in whether you’re likely to die of cancer or high blood or whatever.

Perhaps accident-proneness is in my blood. 😕