My eye wasn't quite as gone as my mom seemed to think it was. The surgeon told me later that it had been more like a very flat basketball. The good news was I might get some of my vision back; eventually. She had repaired the tear add some saline to bring it back into shape. I would have to keep it covered, avoid straining and bending over to prevent extra pressure on it for up to 6 weeks. Of course, there would be checkup every week to see if my vision had improved.
The other good news was. I was out of the hospital the next day. Home where I could be free to do what I wanted. Mom had to work. She had already spent too much time taking care of me. Well, mostly since even injured I had to do chores but no school since they expelled me. I sat around and played games, browsed the internet, and ate food.
By day three I was sooooooo booooored. You can only browse the internet for so long before it becomes a spiral of self-hate and shame. The medical website is great for starting a masochism spiral. I read them all. First I started out searching for my eye problem. That alright seems close to what the doctor told me. But then I start clicking the links under this and over to that. I'm pretty sure I have severe depression, Lyme disease, or a personality disorder.
I have never been anywhere with ticks and I do have people in my life that I care about. Tomorrow was literal going to be as bad as today or it might be worse. If it was better than that it would be a complete surprise. Since that basically never happens.
By this point, mom was also quite a tire of my "moping" around. She started the process of signing me up for online school. And to get me out of the house I was going to spend time with grandpa. Which was great because at least I would get to hear some great stories.
