Yes I was.
It was literally the darkest day ever. I had to rely mainly on tactile feedbacks and cues from around me to be mobile because my eyelids just won't open. I couldn't see a thing. My eyeballs would hurt 10/10 everytime I tried to move them. I would compress my eyes with rolled towel to see if gate theory would work -- sadly in my case it didn't. The pain of a papercut in your eye, or the pain-ala-Final-Destination-5, that's more like it. I would pray for the pain to be gone when I wake up in the morning but sadly it was still there in the morning, even worse.
I thought of asking my sister to bring me to the ER because I seriously couldn't bear anything anymore, but the best part was she already had gone to work, and when I tried calling her, great cos my phone line's been cut. I was crying, whether the tears were a physiologic response for the dryness of my eyes, or because of the pain, or the frustration of not having someone with me, or the fact that I felt completely helpless, I do not know. The tears were literally pouring out of my hurting, hyperemic, inflamed eyes.
But as they say, everything you need, the internet has it. I tried with all my might to open my facebook account in my ipod, peeking once in a while with my left eye (which by the way hurts less), and send a message to my sister to call me. And in no time she called me. I told her what was happening and soon she was home to bring me to the hospital.
Ate guided me all the time we were on our way. We were referred to the eye center and then they checked what's with my eyes. My doctor kept on saying sorry everytime she asked me to open my eyes so she can check them, and it was way too obvious that at that time, that was the hardest thing to do. She had to put several drops of whatever-that-is just so I can open my eyes for assessment. After several minutes, doing so became a bit easier. She confirmed that both my corneas have abrasion, which relatively is huge (2x5mm on each, two on the (R)), and it needed constant close follow up. Gave me some eye drops for lubrication and antibacterial drops as well.
After the encounter with the ophthalmologist, my eyes still hurt. I just slept the whole night away so I can rest my eyes, my sister being so kind reminding and helping me with my medications. Morning came and my eyes felt better. I had to see the ophthalmologist again and good thing she said the abrasions are starting to heal, though I still need to continue with my meds until the scars are all okay. As of the moment, my eyes feel almost normal, the right one still feels a bit uncomfortable, and both are way more blurred than before, but still, better than last time.
So my point in this comeback entry for Isang Minuto is that we all should take a minute to stop and just thank Him for all that we have -- in my case, my sight and my Ate.
Yes I was.