Yesterday I managed to get a dog hair caught in my left eye. On the way home it started to swell up, and by the time I reached the front door of the flat it had pretty much closed over and I couldn’t see out of it.
I’ve got a really bad allergy to dogs and cats that has gotten worse as I’ve grown older. The funny thing is, I’ve had dog hair in my eye before. I had to go to Casualty and have a pint of saline solution washed through my eye socket drips at a time. I knew there wasn’t much to do except remove the dog hair and wash my eye out.
So I’m sitting in the flat on my last day off looking like Quasimodo. I really need the swelling to have gone down by tomorrow, or I’ll die of embarassment being on the train to work.
It doesn’t help that Toni keeps whispering “The Bells! The Bells!” and “She gave me water…”.