Cross My Heart and Hope to Die . . .

Stick a needle in my eye. I must have made a promise I couldn’t keep when I was a kid. I’ve been going to a retina specialist for the past few years, trying to take care of fluid build up in my left eye. I’ve had to get a number of injections right in the eyeball, and it’s as gruesome as you can imagine. They clamp your eye open, swab the eye and surrounding area with iodine, then put a paper sheet with an eye hole on your face. They give you numbing drops beforehand, but I always feel the pinch of the needle anyway. And yet, I know there are worse things in life.


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