All of the Eye Trauma Drama!

Since my last posts about my tragic eye injury, I've gained new readers. (Say it with me.."welcome new readers!")

So for those of you who have no idea what's going on, you can read part 1 here.
You can read why I wanted to punch a wall here.
And you can feel super bad for me by reading here.

And now, the saga continues...

Two weeks ago I went to see a corneal specialist. In what I thought would be a last ditch effort before surgery, he decided to switch up my eye drops and ointments. 

It didn't work.

I had an appointment today, in which I was anticipating scheduling surgery because let's face it, it's been three months, I've tried everything, and I've still not healed.

NOPE.

Noe nope nope nope.

He decides to put a contact lens bandage on. (Tried it...twice. Didn't work. Did he even read the notes from my eye doctor?)

I get it. We are trying to avoid surgery. Because surgery sucks. They basically have to give me another corneal abrasion to allow my eye to heal. And it is pretty much the most painful thing I've ever endured. Ever.

HOWEVER.

It HAS been three months. 

I want to be able to wake up in the morning and not physically hold one eye down while I wait for the "juices" to get going. I don't want to spend 1984875683 minutes a day putting in eye drops. I don't want to move my eyes like a crazy person every 5 minutes just to avoid pain.

I know that surgery is the only thing that will heal me. in a decent amount of time. (Let's be real. A "decent amount of time" has passed. It has passed HARD.)

So we'll see how it goes in two weeks. If he tries to stall anymore, I'm gonna straight up rip out my eye ball right in front of him. Then he HAS to do something. Right? Right.