Last night at two in the morning or so, I woke up spontaneously as I often do, but this time I had heartburn and a pressure behind my right eye. Heartburn could be explained by my posture, and I thought that was the case for the eye issue. When I woke up only a few hours later, I saw blurry through my right eye, and I felt a familiar pressure that I had also experienced during the time I ended up with a torn retina.

I went to work. Given that I work at a hospital, I figured that if it didn’t get better, I’d just head to the ER. Well, it didn’t get better. I saw double, increasingly so. That stank like detached retina to me, so I headed to the ER and ended up at the ophthalmologist, same attractive, vaguely Egyptian-looking young woman who treated me last time. Turns out I have a corneal ulcer in my right eye. I’ll need to apply specific eyedrops every eight hours for seven days, apart from using some ointment.

Far worse as far as I’m concerned: I will have to use glasses for the next three weeks. I hate wearing glasses; apart from the fact that I don’t like how I look wearing them, they cause me headaches. Long ago, until I figured that I could just wear contact lenses at home, I had to go to a library or a coffee shop to write, which vastly reduced my output. Then I realized that my block at home was caused by the goddamn glasses. In addition, that means I can’t use my VR headset, which recently had been my source of entertainment when I wasn’t writing.

This fucking sucks. I better manage to write despite the glasses and the headaches they will induce, or else I see myself spiraling very badly. Maybe I’ll just put on a contact lense on my left eye and otherwise pretend I’m a pirate.