I was performing my usual morning rituals and everything was going smoothly. I was on schedule, I wasn’t tired nor was I hungry. Not something I can say every morning. The weather was predicted to be 90 with very little humidity. A beautiful day ahead I thought. However, there was another plan in store for me.
Unexpectedly I felt a fire in my right eye. The pain was unbearable. Everything went dark. Although it was only one eye that had been compromised I was forced to close both. As usual I was alone with no one to help me. I was trapped in a small dark room, no one would be able to hear my screams, my cries for help.
My heart was racing. The fire grew stronger. I wanted to claw my eye out of the socket. I paced frantically while thinking of a solution. There was nothing, absolutely no method to save myself from impending doom. If I didn’t do something to save myself I would soon be known as “the one-eyed blogger.”
Unfortunately there was no way I would seek help without causing myself further mental and physical harm. I was standing there blind, cold, wet, and naked. The embarrassment would be too shameful. I had no choice, but to stand there and wait. Stand there while I waited for the pain to reside.
Sure I’m a little dramatic, but I hate when soap gets in my eye. It still burned hours later.
– Vic Louis
p.s. A friend of mine thinks I have road rage, but I disagree. I think it’s perfectly normal for me to lay the stare down on someone after they commit vehicular stupidity. I also think it’s healthy for me to call my fellow motorists “hookers and punk b*tches.” It’s therapy for the soul. You try driving in Boston.
If you didn’t see the previous post, don’t forget to check out the “About Vic Louis” page. I added some stuff there.