There are many things I've hoped I'd never have to deal with when it comes to injuries and health, and one of them is to have some eye-condition that forces me to take eye-drops. But the day has come.
I went to the emergency-room because this eye has given me grief for weeks. Emergency-rooms take time. I must have been there for, what, three hours? I saw three people in that time, a nurse, then a doctor, then another nurse. The first nurse was very pleasant. The doctor was very unenthusiastic. (Could tell he just wanted to be done already and go home.) Then a third nurse who I thought would of known tears were pouring from my eye because it hurt, not because I was sad.
"Are you sad?" (Are you sure you work in the eye-department?) "... No, my eye hurts."
Final judgement: 5 eye-drops per day. (FIVE!! NOOOE.) Also apply salve to lower/inner eyelid. (I dunno what it's called, but it's that place between your eyelashes and poking your eye out.)
I'm going to be very badass and an expert on eye-drops at the end of the week, when I'm going back to the hospital a (WO)MAN, ready for anythin'! If I can take eye-drops, I can beat up a shark and I can also jump from air-planes. I'm going to eat these words later...