It’s a glorious day in the sunshine and you’re having the time of your life. Then the wind blows and something gets in your eye. It burns, it stings, and it won’t stop hurting. A broken heart, a punctured lung, childbirth… nothing is nearly as painful (not to mention annoying) as having something in your eye. It’s weird how even the smallest speck of insignificance can make you want to gauge out your own eyeball in order to feel the smallest amount of relief. You’ll try to blink it out. You’ll try using your finger to poke it off. You’ll stick your face under the faucet for fifteen minutes to flush it out. You’ll ask the closest person if they see anything in your eye.
In eighth grade I was on a field trip and got something in my eye. I tried everything to get it out and nothing worked. Blinking, flushing it out, ignoring it, nothing. I ended up going to the hospital. They applied some chemical eye drops and turned on a black light so my eye would glow. And they found a speck of dirt. At least I wasn’t imagining it. I’m sure my dad’s insurance company loved that claim.
Critically Rated at 5/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young