All through Friday my eye kept crying uncontrollably, refusing to stare at things. A sensation similar to what you get after looking directly at the sun (we all know not to do it, yet we all know the feeling... Why is that?)
The reason for my ocular distress became clear on Saturday, when the nice doctor beamed light into my eye —it felt like a movie was being projected on the back wall of my skull...
The things I tell myself to stay calm while someone is poking my eye!
Then, with very steady hands, the nice doctor extracted the villainous shard. I could have kissed him!
Oh, I'm much better now, thank you for asking! And special thanks to the stellar husband-fish, who managed to get me an emergency appointment on a Saturday afternoon. He is the best!