Diary of a CyberChondriac

Well I don’t know how I survived the day. As well as having to learn about ordering, liasing with customers at management level, telesales (cold calling ) I also had to deal with my eye. I could not open it at all and kept dabbing it with a tissue.

I was close to tears by the time I got to the doctors. Dr Bloomfield said it looked nasty and referred me straight to the eye infirmary. I rang Mark and he came straight to the doctors and gave me a lift there as it is nearly twenty miles away.

Turns out I have a corneal abrasion. The optometrist said it is usually caused by a baby’s nail scratching a parent’s eyeball or sometimes a feather sticking out from a pillow. I know it is neither of these so it will remain a mystery. I have six different types of drops to apply. Some of them have to
be done hourly so I don’t think Kirk is going to be very happy. Still although I am in immense pain ( feels like a razor blade sticking in my eye ) I will have to go to work tomorrow.

Some bloody birthday! I have decided to move in with Mark until my eye is better. Manda seemed relieved as she not much of a nursemaid. Julian called around to Mark’s with cards from him, mum and Anita. He had bought all three as Anita too stressed about move and mum incapacitated. He got me a really funny one from ‘Moonpig’ with a woman looking at google. Can’t imagine why! Anyhow I got fifty quid off Julian and a tenner from mum. Nowt from Anita.

While Julian was still there Rex arrived with Gus and Manda. They brought me a huge bouquet of flowers and a bottle of champagne. Rex also gave me a voucher for a pamper day so was thrilled. I have promised to have belated night out with Rex once am feeling better.

Was relived when they left so that Mark could google ‘corneal abrasions’ for me. Could be really bad. It can be an ongoing problem which may need laser surgery. I became a bit tearful when Mark read this out and he immediately consoled me and said he didn’t think we should find out any more information about it. Just wait and see what happens. Mark held my hand and stroked me all night and kept telling me he loved me. I must admit it is good for a girl’s ego to have a gorgeous, muscly builder do this.

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