Luck and my abused eye

I woke up Saturday and began picking up the living room. While doing so, I noticed that a cushion on our couch had started to cave in. We do not have a couch where you can remove the cushions. So I flipped the couch over to check it out. That’s when I noticed the spring hanging down.

The spring is flat and swerves back and forth like an s-curved road in the mountains. It was supposed to be stretched across the bottom of the couch, but the latch had come undone.

So I being without coffee decided I would fix the spring. I stretched it into place and attempted to push the bracket back into the wood of the couch with my bare hands. *Did you see the without coffee disclaimer?*

That’s when that spring came loose and whipped back to smack me in my left eye. The same left eye that began bugging me as I drove home from CMU on Wednesday when I was without 1) my contact case, 2) solution and 3) glasses. As a result of said contact mishap on Wednesday, I resorted to wearing my glasses and was still doing so on Saturday. I had just started to think that maybe, just maybe, I’d consider wearing my contacts that day.

It hit my face/eye hard. I immediately began imagining blood or a damaged eye. I could not see out of the eye. I was behind the couch and although the kids heard me yelp, they couldn’t see me. I covered my eye and fled the room in search of my husband. The only thing I could think of was that I did not want my kids to see me if my eyeball happened to be dangling, you know?

Turns out, my eyeball was right where it was supposed to be. This took some time to determine because I could not open my eye to let my husband look at my eye. It took a good hour before my eye stopped watering, but it did stop. Eventually I could see again.

By then, I was convinced that I was going to be black and blue all around my eye. How was I going to explain that one? Turns out that didn’t happen either. And by Sunday, I was wearing my contacts.

Thank you, God.