When I said before that I was accident-prone? Yeah, that might have been understating it just a bit.
Tonight, I was playing with the dog with her most fabulous toy, which is basically very tough tennis ball material in the form of a jack –of the type you played with as a child, not so much the jumping kind or the cards kind. We were doing our patented tug-wrestle, with one arm of the jack in my hands very near my face and one arm of the jack in her mouth (because I was worried that you might think she’d grown an opposable thumb there…). She apparently didn’t have quite as good of a grip as I imagined, or she’d decided to let me have it for being gone part of the day, because she lost her end, and I took the big rounded end of the arm directly in the eye.
IN. THE. EYE.
Not the eyelid. The Eye. It hurt enough that I was rendered incoherent for a couple of minutes and had trouble explaining to my husband, who was just re-entering the room, what had happened. All I knew for sure was that it felt like my eye was going to explode and that whatever liquid was trapped under the eyelid I could not possibly open felt warm. Not a reassuring feeling.
I’m at least happy to report that not only was it not blood, but I can also see. My eyelid is a bit puffy, and my eye is very red and irritated, but everything seems to be working pretty well so far. I was quite happy that I’m not supposed to work tomorrow and quite bummed that I wanted to play Rock Band tonight but figured that it suddenly wasn’t a good time to be keeping my eyes wide open while trying to follow the notes scrolling toward me. Thhppptt.
Mental note: Let the dog win more.