My husband, the one-eyed pirate

Jake came home from the ER last night with a bandage on his right eye,  and immediately collapsed on the couch.

Poor guy. It sounds like it was a hellacious ordeal. First the doctor on-call tried to pick the metal out of his eyeball with a pair of tweezers. (Collective “AAAAARRGGGH!”)  When that didn’t work (can’t imagine why!!!), the eye doctor was called in with his wife in tow. While his wife held Jake’s eyeball open with her two hands, the eye doctor ran a pen-sized drill back and forth across his cornea to extract the bits of metal and rust particles that had embedded in his eyeball.  (Another collective “uuuuugggghh.”)

Yessirree, it’s a high tech operation over here, folks.

But I gotta love the eye-doctor. When Jake told him he’d had shrapnel in his eye for four days, the doctor looked at him and said, “Four days?? You should have come in to see me immediately. Never wait this long again.”

Thank you, doc!