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So a story I forgot to tell you all yesterday...

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I woke up at about 5:30 in the morning sick as a dog and made the mistake of rubbing my eyes. Well, I managed to get a piece of (what I discovered later to be) fuzz stuck in there and although I have been educated (my profession) on how to properly wash out an eye I feel that repetitive blinking, rubbing, and whining will do the trick.

My boyfriend rolls over, is a little taken aback, and then says why don't you just wash it out.

Of course this was not the sympathy I was looking for so I may have shot an explicative version of "thanks for caring" back at him and stumbled to the bathroom.

Although I know contact solution should not be sprayed directly into the eyes I was desperate. So I tip my head to every which direction spraying away hoping the afflicting item will find it's way out.

I return to bed with half my hair wet and salty and continue the alternating sequence of pulling back my eyelid and rolling my eye, squinting, rubbing, and blinking.

Following his outburst of insensitive laughter, Scott now feels like actually being helpful and takes out his magnum quality flashlight on his cell phone and shines it directly into my eyeball. Which renders me temporarily blind while he exclaims "ewww your eye ball is gross". If it wasn't for needing his help I may have knocked him unconscious at this time. Instead I force him to peer into my eye as I roll it around hoping he will find whatever this painful stimulus is.

As he is certain I am now psychologically unstable and have invented the whole problem he rolls over to grab his eye drops (in hindsight what I should have used in the beginning). He squirts them in my face and my eyes begin to water and out pops the smallest bit of fuzz you've ever seen.

He starts laughing....yes laughing. Fortunately for us both, so do I.

Waking up later that morning I was pretty sure it had all been a dream...but then I saw my once white as snow, now bright red eye and remember that no, that really happened, and it really did hurt.

Scott's response later that day is....."continually I must ask myself...can I really do this for the rest of my life?" My answer "NO ONE'S ASKING YOU TOO". Listen, we can't always let them know just how much they mean to us...