Eye actually as it’s just my left eye that’s turned a tad scary.
This mornings shower went as planned with just a violent sneeze to differentiate it from any other shower-time. However, upon arriving downstairs, her indoors looked at me and went into somewhat of a panic mode. Now panic mode isn’t the best way to convey bad news an’ such and this I’ll attempt to explain to her when I have a spare month or two.
Anyhoo, I looked in the mirror and discovered the white of my left eye was now ninety percent blood red indicating a burst blood vessel.
Just to be sure, we took a quick visit to a nearby pharmacy and talked the the, yup, you guessed, the pharmacist, who confirmed my self-diagnosis. She further asked a few questions to ensure it wasn’t, perchance, something else and one of the questions was to enquire if I had a headache.
”No I haven’t.” I replied; then thought a second and added, “Wait a minute!”"and turning to look at my little nest of vipers, continued, “A headache you say? Well, actually...” This resulted in me receiving back a look that spoke volumes but in a nutshell said, ‘You dare!’
Dare I did and I’m happy to report it resulted in much merriment for all those in the busy pharmacy. My little death ray included.
Home and now doing my best not to look into anything with a reflective surface.
Quote; Sarah Hyland.
“I just love the colour purple on me, because it goes really well with my eye colour.”
4 comments:
Those 40 megaton sneezes can bring harm to a young lad if you're not careful ...
Just for you, Mac: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AkO0g0ZDCSQ
Caratacus,
Ain’t that the tooth. Yup, I’m still looking for teeth ejected at sneezing time.
The video? Love it but, man, you’re cruel...
First heard that track performed by Acker Bilk many years ago and tried to find it on YewToob for you ... sadly the one above was the only one I could find. As someone who has nursed the occasional colourful eye, decoratively tinted with all the colours of a starling's wing - either through not ducking quickly enough, or via the arms of Bacchus - I do share your discomfort. As I look in the mirror at the unforgiving and lined reflection before me, I do wonder what will happen when I've lost me looks ...
Caratacus,
Good ol’ Acker Bilk - or as he was affectionately known round my way, Utter Bilge. Went to see him and his Parachute Jazz Band, live, many times back in the trad jazz days. Happily, I’m still live - sadly, Acker is not.
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