So this past Friday, Alex gets up around 5 to go in to the Academy to play polo. I wake up briefly as he's leaving, and he tell me he'll be back before I wake up.
Famous last words.
Around 7:30 I'm woken up by a phone call from Alex. The first thing he says is, "Hi, everything's fine, I'm in the ER." I don't know why that didn't strike me has an odd sentence (If you're fine, why are you in the emergency room of a hospital?) but I was like, "Oh, ok. Cool."
He tells me that one of his friends accidentally hit him in the eye while they were playing polo, it's fine, he's just at the hospital as a precaution, and there's no reason to get out of bed. So I wait around for a little bit, and we're texting back and forth, but when they still haven't released him after 2 hours (He was there for a 1/2 hr. before he called me) I decided to go meet him at the hospital.
His friend who accidentally hit him had driven him to the hospital and stayed the whole time with him until I got there. He is such a nice guy and he felt so terrible about what happened.
So I get to the hospital, and after waiting for a bit, I see Alex walk out from the examination room and into a different part of the waiting room. His back is to me, so I get up and go tap him in the shoulder.
He turns around, and there is a RIVER of blood GUSHING from his swollen, bruised eye. The entire white part of his left eye is filled with fresh, bright red blood, and he's having a hard time opening the eye very much. He's having intense double vision. When it happened, he briefly went BLIND in that eye. Oh, yeah, sure, just a little hit to the face, no a big deal.
It turns out that his friends finger had been rammed into Alex's eye, slicing both the white part of his eye and leaving a small scratch on the cornea. A bit more than just a hit to the face.
I remember our first exchange going something like this:
Alex: Oh hey Jessie thanks for coming.
Jess: OH MY GAWD, MY BABY, YOUR EYE, YOU'RE DYING! CALL THE DOCTOR! GET THIS BOY A GURNEY! WE NEED AN OPTOMETRIST, I MEAN AN ORNITHOLOGIST, OR NO WAIT, AN OPHTHALMOLOGIST, WHATEVER, OH MY GAWD! NO, YOU'RE NOT DYING, NOT ON MY WATCH *administers CPR* BREATHE DAMMIT BREATHE *slap slap slap* I'M NOT LOSING ANOTHER ONE! NOT LIKE THIS! NOT! LIKE! THIS!
So this is Alex's eye late Sunday afternoon, a solid 3 days after the incident. And it looks a lot better than it did on Friday.
And here's another one, just in case there are any bloody eye enthusiasts out there.
Yup, still bloody.
But there is good news to the story! Alex gets to wear an eye patch, and he looks a lot like this guy:
The Official Bad Ass Eye Patch Kit comes complete with doublet, hat and sassy plume.So anyway, we spend about 5 hours at the hospital, and then they send us over to an ophthalmologist in Annapolis to get more specialized care. He was really nice and helpful, but he reminded me A LOT of Dr. Spaceman from 30 Rock.
He kept making jokes about how I was the one who actually did this to Alex and then sent us away with a bottle of steroids and no care information. Like really, NO care information. He was like "Ok, yeah, your eye should heal up pretty good, I mean I think so at least, so um, yeah take some of these, they're the good stuff haha but seriously you'll feel so good. Ok well see you guys around, maybe at Pussers? You guys go to Pussers? You like to party?" Alex and I just nodded uncomfortably and tried to keep inching toward the door as he was talking.
But I took one of the free pens they have out on the desk so we're even.
The biggest reason this event freaked us out so much is that he leaves in 1 week for dive school. He needs to be in the best health possible to get through school. But he's doing much much better and so I know everything will be fine.
Until then, we're enjoying all of the eye humor (Eye ya yai!) and domestic abuse jokes (Alex tells people he fell down the stairs...) we can!
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