One eye on the world for now
Based on the last couple of days, I’m revising my list of favourite songs. Newly added hits include that one by the Beatles, the one that goes “Cluse your eye and I’ll kiss you” as well as an old marching song, the one that starts “My eye has seen the coming of the glory of the Lord”. On second though, after watching the Bill Mayer documentary Religulous, the second one is perhaps too much based on man and his imperfections.
Yesterday was St.Patrick’s Day, and I couldn’t find a single green shirt to wear (Wardrobe!). Instead, my body decided to adapt by turning one eye red. Not from anger, but from the sudden onset of an infection that has allegedly entered the interior of my dear old eye to sow havoc. My naive response was to take two aspirin and go to bed, but before midnight we were off to test the health system. Did you know that even in the dead of night, Urgences has a crew on duty, and a selection of people (extras from my film?) sitting around waiting for hours for something to happen. I glared at the attendant with my mismatched eyes and we got attention.
I’ve learned that the oncall resident doesn’t get to sleep very often. We left her at 03h30, and when we returned for 09hoo she was still hangin’ about the place, albeit dressed in more hospital-like whites. After more careful variations on the theme of “What can you see? A beige glow with mostrous bugs roaming around”, I was strapped down (not literally) and given the “we’re going to stick needles into your eyeball until we get tired of doing that”, a little shot of oxygen to chase the nausea, and lots and lots of drops and salves and pills that reduce one to a “man on the run”.
The whole family has been co-opted, as the drops have to be administered every thirty minutes. Really, this doesn’t help me to sleep, everybody. And tomorrow brings another round of protocols. Sorry, Boss, but I won’t be seeing you for a few days.
