Must’ve been something off the hawthorn tree, or the like. Pain, omg, pain. I managed to get the lens off, and have both lenses soaking in cleaner, but I am, this evening, glasses-only. Owie! We have this fancy hydrogen-peroxide cleaner that mutates to H2O overnight, but short term is hydrogen peroxide, and you can’t do a washoff with that. Jane couldn’t find her open bottle of plain saline, so we opened a new one and rinsed, and hopefully got whatever it was off, but owie!
I was out cleaning filters, the most thankless, nasty sort of gunk involved, just green sludge, one of the less lovely pond products, but I don’t think that was to blame. Had to be the hawthorn, which sheds like crazy. Owie, I’m telling you! Pounds of pond sludge, pants soaked, shoes soaked, hands filthy, and the lens—owie! I didn’ t touch it. Major effort of will to get the hands washed and that thing delicately removed. Mmmm! Owie!
Hurt, did it?
Oh, yessss,.
Ouch! Thankfully, I’ve never had that, or contacts, but did have a couple of nasty scares over the years.
Sure hope you got your eyes rinsed and you’re okay and your contacts too.
I do know what cleaning filters and pools are like. Not glamorous, noooo.
What, you haven’t had Eushu juniormost crewman, cleaning filters and vents, scrubbing decks, and the like? LOL. On the other hand, don’t want him learning mahen curse words….
I know, oh I know. I assume they are soft lenses, but still. Nothing equals that exquisite pain. I hope you didn’t scratch your cornea – but you should probably be able to tell – if it still hurts tomorrow you may have done. Sending best wishes!
Or learning there’s a whole ‘nother world out there to explore, and then have him trying to escape every time you open the door, with the big roads nearby and no cat-proof fence all around.
Sorry to hear about the sore eye, just when everything was starting to go better. Very very good that you kept yourself from touching them ’till you’d removed the pond-gunk, that would have been a real danger of infection.
I’m hoping for good news from the hematologist for Jane on wednesday.
If you want to try growing some fruit without netting and without losing it all to the birds, you could try some raspberry canes. I love the yellow to apricot-coloured autumn-fruiting ones, like Rubus idaeus ‘Fallgold’, which has sweeter, slightly smaller fruit in late summer, july to october that doesn’t go to snot in wet weather, and the birds don’t seem to recognise it and so leave most of the fruit for me. They need to be planted in a fairly sunny spot, but even without much sunny weather the fruit will still be sweet.
Shutting up now – you can see I’m a bit overtired, I always get terribly wordy on too little sleep… luckily my summer vacation starts thursday!
We have a self-seed black raspberry bush in our backyard (where we had presumed it was too shady to grow, but if it wants to,,,,). The birds seem to get most of its berries. I pruned it properly this spring and it has responded with tons of fruit-bearing branches/spurs. I need to locate some bird-netting soon or we will lose it all. Should be ripe come the 4th of July and I’d love to offer “pick your own” to friends over for our annual food fest and celebration.
Is Wed the day for the hematologist report? will be crossing all appendages for good news.
Yowee! Reminds me of the first time I handled jalapenos after getting contacts, not realizing the oil from the pepper stays on your skin after only casual washing. That’s a special kind of pain.
Oh, that would smart!
The good news is I don’t seem to have a scratch. It’s feeling pretty good now.
Yep, Wednesday is the day.
Crossing fingers.
My fingers and toes are starting to cramp up, I’ve been crossing them so hard for Jane…
First coat of Reflex Blue on the front-of-house trim. I don’t wear contacts for the same reason that CJ-ji discovered, too much crap can get under them, then ow. It was bad enough today scraping and sanding and sweating, and having the little gritty bits come loose from the shingles. A blob of paint nearly went in my eye; I looked very punk when I finally finished and went inside to clean up! Triple dose of Advil, please…
Well, I will say this about that – once after painting a ceiling my lenses were spotted like a cheetah with little paint drops. That didn’t hurt, as I recall, but it was quite a surprise when I took them out that night. I was glad not to have gotten the paint actually on my eye!