It’s funny, that title wasn’t why I took this pic….believe it or not!
I have had a really long day again today, times don’t seem to change at all. It’s now 9.15pm and I’ve not yet sat down, having just sent my last work email of the day. We’re working on a campaign starting on leap year day and so it needs to be at the printer tomorrow. I think it’s finally put to bed now.
When I got in, while David was making corrections for me to check, I was dishing out advice to the good folks of Chappell Towers and it included building advice!!! When I popped into our garage for something, the light was really nice – both our overhead lights are bulb-less (they never seem to last more than a few moments these days do they?) so David had plugged in a couple of spotlights so we can see our way to the outside door to let out the dogs. One of them was reflecting on this pair of goggles. So they are a message for Ian – look after your eyes when you start the extension! We both have pairs just like this though these are David’s because his elastic has gone!
They really do make a huge difference when doing woodworking jobs – I ended up in a hospital in Singapore once having something removed from behind my eyeball so making sure I don’t get stuff in my eyes is hugely important, it’s not an experience I’d like to go through again.
It was one of the most painful things I can ever remember happening. I had been in a car park in Cairns, Australia and some cinders had blown into my eyes. I had been about to leave Cairns for Sydney for a couple of days, then a short stop in Singapore before home. For the two days in Sydney, I was in agony – it was like having needles poked into my eyes. I kept thinking the tears would eventually wash away the last of the cinders but they didn’t. I tried all the usual stuff but nothing worked.
I left Australia for Singapore and the pain got worse. Even though I was only days away from home I just couldn’t stand it any longer. Luckily I’d read just before setting off that the hospitals in Singapore were very good and safe. That steeled my courage and made me go to the hospital. All I cared about was relief from the pain, I didn’t care how I got it.
The hospital was a revelation, the waiting room was liberally furnished with chairs and spittoons and every few moments someone hawked up into one. I was apprehensive to say the least.
When I was eventually seen by a doctor, I had no need to worry. A really kind, gentle man looked at my eye and declared I had something trapped behind it. He spoke excellent English although his little gaggle of nurses stood behind him (for me) meaninglessly twittering in lovely voices. None of the nurses spoke any English at all. They cooed and aaahhhed while he put my head in a vice similar to something you might use for woodwork, anaesthetised me and went to work to remove the object that had been causing me so much pain. He got it out, gave me some eye antibiotics and sent me on my way with the biggest smile on my face you’ve ever seen.
I can’t tell you the relief I felt from being pain free. Brilliant. So now, goggles whenever I do any DIY and that’s my message for Ian!
