impinged vision.
Not dead, FYI. My left eye kind of hurts, though.
It’s a bit of a nothingburger, so apologies in advance for choosing this as the thing I’m making as my first “regular” post on this blog, but it’s still bothering me even as I write this at the end of the day and thus it’s what sprung to mind when I thought, “oh yeah, I should write something here.”
I did the dumb thing that I’m sure is a cliched “everyone can relate to THIS” moment. After waking, I was reading my phone in bed, enjoying the lazy Sunday morning. And then… I dropped my phone on my face. Shocking, I know. I’ve done it before several times. Everyone has, right? Well, I guess my luck finally ran out this time. There was something about the angle of the phone and where it hit my face, I guess. This time it hurt like hell.
Trying to not wake up my partner who was still happily catching Z’s, I writhed in pain and suppressed the urge to shout out obscenities. It really, really hurt. As a coincidence, I got a phone call like a minute later, so that was the final impetus to get up out of bed and leave the room.
The whole time I was on the phone (a call from my father, unannounced and relatively early for a Sunday morning made me think maybe it was important, turns out he just wanted to talk about TV shows for 45 minutes), I’m rubbing the area where the phone hit. It was right below one end of my left eyebrow, on the side toward my ear. I could feel a bump and it was obviously painful, but for some reason during the call I never thought to meander over to a mirror and take a look.
During the call, I started to realize that the bump was clearly visible without a mirror, since it was affecting my vision. Like there was a bit of a black spot in the upper left corner in my field of sight. When I checked a mirror, yep, there was a bloody red mark at the precise point where the phone had hit, and then around it was a blackish-blue bulge forming. Lovely.
As the day progressed it seemed to grow. In the afternoon, it was quite annoying in terms of obscuring my vision. It’s hard to describe, it’s not like I felt like I was missing visual data but the fact that there was something weird going on made me feel like I kept having to look in that direction, akin to catching something just out of the corner of your eye and wanting to take a better look.
I can say by now that, while the bump is still there, my brain has already learned to basically filter the spot out and I’m not really noticing it anymore. There’s probably a lesson there in how quickly we are able to adapt to things, for better or worse, and just accept something as the new normal.
Still hurts if I touch it, though.
You know when you see boxers with their eyes all swollen up? I’ve never experienced anything like that, and I’ll be glad to keep it that way, thank you. But it did make me wonder how annoying it must be, I assume their eyes are still functioning under their swollen eyelids or whatnot and maybe even some light gets through. It’s gotta be a billion times worse than this little bruise bump that I’ll have to contend with for a day or two.
I’ll try to keep a better grip on whatever I’m reading when I’m suspending it over my face. Even a hardcover book could hurt, I suppose. I do feel stupider because it was caused by a phone.
Back to work tomorrow. Sunday nights, always dreary for me. But not dead, FYI.