My Scary Story For Friday the 13th
Friday the 13th has brought a fall morning to Toronto. Crisp, clean air welcomed me as I opened the door. Welcome Fall. We've all been waiting patiently for your arrival.
What better way to celebrate the holiday than with a scary story. It just so happens I have one. A true one.
I've been a little slow getting promised pictures and projects posted this week. I appreciate the patience of those who are waiting.
Last weekend I had an accident in the workplace, and didn't want to post about it until I thought everything was going to turn out fine.
Did you know those long fluorescent light bulb tubes don't just shatter, but actually explode? I didn't, until a hidden bulb in a precarious spot fell to the ground beside me. The brain works quick in those moments, formulating thoughts faster than we can articulate them. Mine was "Oh look. A light bulb. That's a stupid place..." and then KABLOOM! A shiny mushroom cloud of powder and tiny shards of glass filled the space. The glass flew higher than 6 feet up (found some on top of the filing cabinets) and 10 feet out to each side along the floor.
The shock of it stunned me. When the dust cleared and I understood what had happened, I wondered what to do. My first thought was that I should clean it up before someone gets hurt. Luckily. the voice inside my head said "Hey stupid. Go wash your eyes".
A number of unpleasant eye flushing experiences and a trip to the doctor later, it was confirmed that I hadn't scratched the corneas and it looked like all the debris had been removed. I'd seen the "debris" - tiny grains and the actual milky film from my eyes - in the bowls of clean water that acted as my eye flush station.
I should point out that I'm not squeamish about personal injury and I'm pretty good at staying cool in unpleasant tests or treatments. But I am a huge chicken when it comes to my eyes. As a child who was very obedient, the only time I ever fought my parents was the time I needed eyedrops and they had to physically restrain me. I warned my doctor that while I was willing to do whatever was needed logically, emotionally I may react in ways he's never seen in the 20+ years he's known me.
I must admit, while getting my eyes frozen and dyed to check for abrasions was unpleasant, seeing my eyes glow yellow and blue in the dark was cool.
Doctor: "See? You did fine."
Me: "Thanks. Though I was screaming in my head the entire time."
My sight seems to be fine now, but the eyes are sore and aren't producing moisture normally. With the help of a week's routine of warm compresses and artificial tears, BOTH eyes watered a little this morning for the first time when I yawned. Hallelujah. Still waiting for when I wake up with "sleep crumbs" in the corners of my eyes, but I think it's coming.
Scary to think you might lose your sight. Terrifying as an artist.
So kiddies, please dispose of fluorescent light bulbs immediately and properly.
And sadly, I did not gain superpowers.
My time online is limited because the screen strains my eyes, but I hope to be back full throttle in time for October.
(sketch by my old friend Cooter)