"And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?" Matthew 7:3
I woke up on Thursday morning and something was weird. It took five minutes or so until I realized what was happening: the vision of my right eye was all blurry.
It's not like this is the first time this happened to me. From time to time I would get this layer of gunk floating on top of my eye, usually after I forget myself and poke a finger in my eye to massage it.
This time, though, it was different: washing didn't take the blurriness away, artificial tears did nothing to elimiate the blurry effect, and careful examination of the eye in a mirror didn't show up anything other than a brown cornia.
So yes: I panicked. When something like that happens, I want to know why.
At work I couldn't concentrate at all and I was as productive as a laptop with a dead battery in the middle of a desert.
Eventually I decided to go and see a doctor. I did some calls and eventually I found this doctor that would see me on the day, but he was totally useless: "I can't see anything, but if you have the same problem tomorrow come again and I'll write you a hospital referral". Thank you very much; it's only my eyesight that you're talking about.
So I booked an appointment for Friday with an optometrist to have a proper examination of my eyes. I left work early and went to bed early, to try and sleep it over (hence the lack of recent blogging).
On Friday morning things were still blurry, but they were also better. By lunch time my right eye was ok again, just in time for the optometrist's appointment (who, surprise surprise, couldn't find anything wrong with my eye).
Bottom line is that I still have no idea what happened there, what caused it, and whether it would happen again. I have my suspicions: We've been under lots of stress lately, and together with the extra salt from gobbling stupendous amounts of sunflower seeds in a short period something might have happened there. I've also not been sleeping much lately, settling for a bit more than six hours of sleep per day (with significantly more during weekend).
But if there is anything I do blame for the problem it's the corrective laser eye surgery I've had. Since I had that done five years ago I no longer need to wear eyeglasses, but I keep on having these first encounters of the third kind on a regular basis with all sorts of things taking place with my eyes that I never even dreamt of before the operation.
To use Ben Elton's lingo, that eye surgery is all garnish. Yes, I don't need glasses, but so what? What difference does it make? We all know that there is no such thing as a free lunch, so what I've gained by not wearing glasses for now I'm paying back with all sorts of shit taking place with my eyes. Yes, most of the people that do the eye surgery thing are happy with it, but I just can't believe I fell for something that starts and ends with cosmetics.
So maybe Jo wouldn't have fallen for me if I was to wear glasses on that day we first met. But then again the same logic can be applied on pretty much every little thing that happens in life. What I do think now is that since for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, one shouldn't go messing about with important stuff one doesn't know much about.