Blind Youth

Tuesday, Oct. 27, 2009 - 12:08 a.m.

I almost blinded myself around sunrise on Monday morning, and it's been a day since it happened and I can still see, so no matter how stupid this makes me look, I am opting to tell you what happened.

My eyes were pretty swampy for most of the day, and finally by around nine on Monday night, they began behaving almost normally again.

Here's the story.

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One of the Universal Sonic Screwdriver Fixit Things in a woman's possession is a nice basic tube of plain old Chapstick.

It's good for lips, helps protect paper cuts and small burns, fixes flyaways, and feels very nice when applied to the wrinkles around my eyes.

This last thing is what was nearly my undoing.

I dug around with the lights off, and found what I thought was my good old basic tube of Chapstick, and began slathering it around my eyes.

It was then that I discovered that it was NOT Chapstick, but a medicinal off-brand lip balm that contained camphor and menthol.

After several face washings and compresses, and a big marvelous dose of Sudafed (Thanks, Dave, for making that extra trip to the pharm), things cleared up just a little bit, but as of this writing, my eyes still feel vaguely like pearl onions.

But I can still see.

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When We Were Young... we used to get completely excited if we found a dollar bill somewhere.

In summer, we played with lawn darts, firecrackers, and air rifles. We drank from a garden hose and ran around barefoot.

Library cards were cool, cops were to be listened to, and cold cereal on a hot summer morning was the best thing ever

Nobody wore a helmet when they rode their bike with the tacit understanding that if you were doing something that resulted in a ding to the ol' coconut, it was probably time to stop playing for awhile.

Anyone else have stuff to add? :-)
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That's it. Have a good Tuesday.

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