Or in other words - "Patchy the Pirate's Dance Craze 2010".
Yesterday was the 5th Grade Field Trip. We've been looking forward to this day for a while. Well, we had to be up early - which is fine because we are usually up early anyways. Morning is probably my favorite time. My silliest time, too. If JD, by some miracle, needs me to wake him up - I always like to wake him up smiling. I usually sing some goofy songs that I make up, or something that would make a fly on the wall die with laughter. Usually, the child is up like I am though - and yesterday was no exception.
I baked muffins for breakfast, put our lunches together, and we were going to go get ready. I was heading to my room - JD was heading to his - when all of a sudden I yelled something like "Woot! IT'S 5TH GRADE FIELD TRIP DAY - BREAK IT DOWN". Then I started to break it down, shake it like a salt shaker, shake what my mama so generously gave me - okay however you want to put it. I busted out with some crazy dance moves like the world ain't ever seen. And truthfully, don't need to ever see. JD is cracking up laughing - egging me on. Which I figure we don't have very much longer that he's going to think I'm funny, so I crank up the dance moves further. i mean, I wouldn't even want to see a video of how I looked at that moment...with my frog pants on and sleep shirt, shaking it down in the living room.
That's where the "eye putting out" comes in. Y'all somehow, in all my awesome moves, I managed to slice my fingernail across my open eye. I immediately was sick. I know it sounds strange, it shocked me, too, but I was suddenly ill. It was no joke. I couldn't even open my eye for a few minutes.
I sucked it up, went on the trip and realized very quickly in, that I might should've went to the doctor. I was sensitive to indoor light, outdoor light, it didn't matter. As a matter of fact, I sent JD's step mom a text on our way. She's a physician's assistant and I wanted to know if she thought I should go to the walk in clinic when I got home. She very graciously told me not to do that, she would just see me real quick if I was still in pain.
Well, let me tell you. I always reference everything back to child birth pain - and I can assure you that I had worse pain from my eye than in child birth. Granted, I do believe God takes your mind after childbirth, and you never fully remember that pain, but I was brought just about to my knees several times yesterday.
We get home and I went to her office. She blessedly numbs my eye, put some yellow liquid in it, looks at it under the special light and immediately says "Yep, oh wow, Kim, you've got a big scratch". She let JD look and he thought that was cool. I guess the liquid turns green under the light when there is a scratch. So, I scratched across my eye, through my pupil. Nice. I now have some antibiotic cream and piratey eye patch and on Monday I need to go see the eye doctor just to make certain I'm not getting a cornea abscess.
I went to dinner last night with Sara, Veronica, and Brianna - for sushi - and I asked Sara and V to help me because while it stank to wear an eye patch, it would totally suck to break my leg from falling down the stairs. Ha! I also said that I wished I had some good reason for scratching my eye - other than my obvious dancing skills, but then Sara so graciously pointed out that then it wouldn't be nearly so Kim like. hahaha! Nice.
We did have fun on the trip though and I am going to take JD back - when I can see out of both eyes. ha! You've got to admit that it is pretty funny.
