In an almost miraculously stupid turn events, my shirt tried to poke out my eye by colluding with the file cart.
My shirt has tie strings with wooden beads at the end. While in my chair, I leaned over the file cart and then sat back in my chair. The beads got caught on the cart, pulled tight, then broke free and WHAM:
Wooden Beads slammed into my open eye.
It hurt. A LOT.
And it was such an odd idiotic thing to happen.
I hope it didn’t damage it. The eye, not the beads. I hope the beads burn in the open pit of Hades.
I suppose I will have a black eye, but I don’t want the actual eyeball to be hurt. Because it was the only good one I had left. The other one has the damn Iritis. If I must be blind I prefer it is only in one eye. No doubt that is selfish of me.
And to add insult to injury I am now complaining about my minor hurts and injuries, like that is fascinating for everyone.
Sigh. It is the next step from single cat lady. Eventually we become Spinsters.