Eye, Eye...Captain! Protect Your Eyes This Summer!

I am feeling a little bit nervous today.

Well, not exactly nervous…maybe just a little on-edge.

Hubbster has gone in for an eye operation. For a while now, he has had something white growing across the lens of his eye. He didn’t pay too much attention to it for a while, but it began to feel irritated all the time, as though he constantly had grit or sand in his eye.

Apparently it is the result of sun damage. Hubbster never wears sunglasses. Unfortunately for him he has a very wide, very high bridge on his nose. So, on the few occasions he has managed to find a pair of sunnies that will fit his honker width-ways, unfortunately due to the high-bridge situation they end up sitting halfway up his forehead, and he can almost see out from underneath them.

It has been a constant source of amusement to me through the years.

But today it doesn’t seem quite so funny.

The very first thing that caught my attention when I first met Hubbster were his piercing blue peepers. That was eleven years ago, and those same eyeballs still have the power to make me go weak at the knee when he flashes that cheeky grin and his eyes twinkle at me. (At least, I have always assumed it was his eyes, I suppose the vino could possibly also have something to do with it!)

Speaking to the receptionist at the clinic yesterday I heard him ask, “So, do they put anasthaetic drops in my eye or something?”

“No,” came the reply. “They stick a needle in the white part.”

He went pale at the thought of it.

I don’t blame him. I feel nervous just thinking about it.

But, I have decided not to waste the afternoon pacing up and down waiting for a phone call. As they say…every cloud has a silver lining. You just have to look for it.

I think I may have found mine.

If anyone is looking for me, I will be practicing my best plummy English accent, in imitation of Keira Knightly, and digging out a red bandana. I’m gonna get me some pirate action tonight girls, Carribean style!

But seriously, the moral of the story is not to mawl your incapacited Hubby…but to wear sunglasses and protect the health of your eyes this summer. Particularly if you are wearing a beehive like this one! (In cognito! Much?)