and remember how I said that everything healed remarkably well and we lived happily ever after?
Well...it wasn't that simple after all.
As if a wretching dog wasn't enough...
Mike decided he needed to add a little drama to our lives last week as well.
We thought the eye injury was over and done when Mike's eye started to bother him again.
The irritation got worse...and worse...until eventually his eye was all bloodshot and he had tears running down his face. This was making church and work and pretty much any public life rather awkward. And while "awkward" is a way of life for me...for a guy who doesn't like to draw attention to himself, Mike doesn't "do" awkward very well. But more importantly, his eye was sensitive to light and his vision was deteriorating and so we ended up here:
His eye doctor did a thorough examination, some sort of a dye test, and swabbed under his eyelid to be sure there weren't any foreign objects in his eye. It really wasn't that bad, but if you know Mike, you probably know where this is going... Yeah, this attendant shows up in the waiting room. "Mrs. Amundson? Could you come with me? Your husband isn't feeling well."
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