Talk about the power of suggestion. Yesterday I read on Facebook how my nephew across the country started his day with soap in his eye. This morning, here on the west coast, the sun is shining, the air is clear and I'm enjoying a cup of the non fat cappuccino I made perfectly. It's Sunday, time for meditation and a nice hot shower to get ready for dance this afternoon. Oh boy am I ready to get out there. Stayed in all day yesterday with the monthly crud that I thought would have divorced me long ago. Ugh! Yep, I'm ready for that relaxing shower.
When the steam rose and the glass had just the right amount of haze, I stepped in. Ah, this was worth waiting for. Now, mind you, I don't even know how it happened. I wasn't washing my hair. I don't even remember picking up the soap. One minute I was in heaven and the next, Aaaarrrgghhh! What the hec, the pain seared, like a hot poker in my eye , right to the back of my head. What to do, what to do??? Water, rinse it! Oh no, water nope, OUCH, dang that hurt. Push it, squeeze it shut, blink. Oh boy, nothing worked.
My relaxing shower turned into hades. I quickly finished up with one eye closed. Visine, that should work. WRONG!!! Never, never put visine in your eye after you've mutilated it to death in frenzy. I now felt the empathy for my nephew that only yesterday passed off with a laugh.
What to do, what to do... Might as well make a lemon meringue pie. Yum, forgot all about the eye.