Needless to say, down to the ER we head. Right when we walk in there's a chick with a broken nose with all this bloody gauze in her lap. This is the second reason I did not want to go to the ER, sick! Anyways, we sit there for a while and then are called back. The doc put numbing drops in and proceeded to have his way with my poor little eye. I swear during his ungodly years in med school, he didn't take a class on gentleness. If he did, he failed. At first he couldn't get it, so he decided to use a super long q-tip and do a dry sweep of my eye. There was serious pain, but...VICTORY! The culprit was a small little thorn, small but poky.
The best part was the company we shared at the ER. We never actually saw the face of this woman, but she was priceless. Ryan was apparently unaware that hospital gowns open from the back and was mortified when he saw this old lady's underoos. She did not speak with a normal voice, but a scratchy, witch-like whisper. We could only see her feet when she'd walk past our little room, and she only had one shoe. Then the cussing began. She really hated the nurse, especially when she came to check on her and the lady said, "I thought I told you to stay away from me you b*****." The nurse told her that she was the only nurse available, and that if she wanted to be taken care of, she was her only option. The details are a bit fuzzy, but at one point some head nurse lady had to come to sort out their rocky relationship. Some good news from the ER, one lady across the way found out she was preggers.
After writing this entire thing, I am faced with the reality that I have a serious eavesdropping problem... :)