I have a Subconjunctival Hemorrhage.
This means that a blood vessel in my eye burst, and my eye looks rather like a horror movie set. I’m serious. I am on my 12th day of this scene… through Easter Sunday, opening day at Fenway Park and our little vacation to Florida. Florida was the easiest part because I could basically where sunglasses everywhere I went.
But people stare. They can’t help it. For the strong of heart, I will tell you that my eye looks like a pool of blood. I did see our family physician before heading to Florida… you know, just in case in shouldn’t be flying or something. He is the one who diagnosed this infirmity, checked my blood pressure, asked me a zillion questions, instructed me to have a bunch of blood tests (I did), and schedule an eye exam (I will). It seems there is some pressure building up there behind my eye. Then he gave me the best news of all… it will take 4 – 6 weeks to heal. WHAT?! And he added with a smile, “Have you frightened your grandchildren?”
I smiled back, albeit weakly.
And I’ve gone about my life and my travels from this side of my Subconjunctival Hemorrhage. People don’t ask about it. They just stare, look inquisitive or turn away.
Until yesterday. Barry and I were Mystery Readers at Taylor and Andrew’s school. Celebrating National Reading Week, their teachers had asked parents, grandparents and guests to sign up for specific dates and times to read Mystery Books to the kids. Yesterday morning was our mystery date. Our first reading was with Andrew’s 1st grade class. When Barry and I walked into his classroom, Andrew was thrilled. There were hugs and high-fives and Andrew saying, “Mommy told me to look for a mystery today!” He was allowed to sit next to us at a little table while another mystery reader read his book. When we had settled and Andrew turned to look at me… really look at me… he burst out with, “Grandma, what happened to your eye?!?!”
I guess I could have whispered, “Subconjunctival Hemorrhage.”
But I didn’t.
Instead, I said, “I walked into a sharp stick.”
“OOOOOO,” Andrew whispered back as he stared directly into my eye with the wonderful curiosity of a 7-year old boy.
And that was that.
So YOU CHOOSE. Which version of the story sounds the most awesome cool to you?!?!