I think this may be my interpretation of a spacehip invading my eye but I cannot be sure. It could be a jellyfish.
I have had a piece of dried plant stuck in my eye for 3 days now and it is driving me neeeeeuuuuuuts!
Well actually it is just freaking sore. I think it is quite big and it moves up and down and is scratching my poor eyeball to shit. I have tried blinking, crying and dowsing it with water to no avail. I was blinded while walking to the train station today by this attack of plantiness so bad the tears were streaming down my face and it just kept on scratching and scratching. I was stumbling about like a very sad crazed drunk person.
I am not au fait with touching my eyeball or having someone touch my eyeball (just fold back your eyelid says BFG. Excuse me while I go to my quiet place, preferably lying down). I cannot look at my eyeball or look at someone else folding back their eyelid and prodding their eyeball (look it is easy I can do it for you. Oh. My. Gawd. I will hurl). I cannot even cope with eyedrops. Even the mere mention of an eyeball has them twitching and feeling tetchy and strained. Rubbing until it goes red and squelchy is about all I can manage.
Eurggh, I said squelchy. Shudder.
I have sensitive eyeballs.
I will have no eyeball left unless the offending piece of plant leaves me alone soon. Maybe if I lie face down in a bath and try blinking alot?
Else I will have to resort to taking the morphine they gave me for my shoulder operation and pray that it knocks me out or at least removes me so far from sanity that BFG can fold back my eyelid and prod my eyeball without me dying of horror.
Work hazards hey? Between mutant flies and killer plants I am starting to think I am in a bad Sci-fi movie, where the end will be death to all but the hero. I really hope that is me.