Last night my eyes were watering a bit due to allergy type stuff. I absently dabbed at the corners with a bit of tissue, and suddenly my left eyelid fluttered open and closed, trapping part of the tissue against my eyeball.
Once I quit freaking out (just a few seconds, I swear) I went and examined the situation in the bathroom mirror, pinning my eye open Clockwork Orange style with two fingers. The tissue had become saturated with tears and was plastered on the leftmost part of my left eye, with the very edge of it just visible on my iris. It was disgusting. And painful. And irritating. I tried rinsing it off and plucking it off like a contact lens, but it wasn't having it. After a while the suck subsided ever so slightly and I went to sleep.
This morning my left eye cracked open and stared out through a haze of god knows what. Some rapid blinking cleared things up somewhat, and my eye seemed to be bothered a bit less, but there was still clearly a lump of tissue crud affixed to it. I figured I'd have to go humiliate myself at an opthamologist's office, but within an hour it was obviously starting to feel better. Apparently it had pretty much broken down and was being slowly flushed out the outside corner of my eye as a slow, thick stream of gunk and crust.
By mid-afternoon it was gone. Currently my eyes just feel a bit tired and look like I've smoked a couple kilos of marijuana.
Maybe you did, and simply imagined all this.
Anyway, I once asked a friend of mine who had had taken an injection in the eye:
- "How do they prevent you from moving the eye while they're giving you the shot?"
- "They give you an injection."
- "Yes, but how do they make sure you don't move the eye?"
- "They give you an injection."
- "Yes, but what I'm as-"
- "Dude, you don't understand... There's a *needle* in your eye! They don't have to do *anything* else! You are *NOT* - GOING - TO MOVE - THE EYE!"
