Squeamish people look away.

The procedure went as well as can be expected when a sweet, young doctor is sticking needles in your eyelids. I didn't feel the cutting stitching but I could smell my flesh burning as it was being cauterized and the blood dripping into my eyes. Apparently, I sailed through in record time. It was all over in 30 minutes. I was groggy from the valium and anti-puke pill plus the whole idea that somebody had cut through my eyelids. I could see light when he sliced even though my eyes were closed. Creepy.

Anyway, I came home and rested and, because I'm not very good at resting, I got up and made a pot of soup then decided to take a pain pill (my drug of choice, BTW) since I was having a bit of throbbing and it's always best to nip that in the bud. I ate a bowl of soup, chatted with mom (although I couldn't look up), ate another bowl of soup, started to feel "off," headed to bed, but only got as far as the hallway where I fainted.

Fainting is an odd thing. It's like the lights just get turned off. I've done it three times before--doctor's office, my own bathroom, and a crowded movie theater lobby. I'm practically a professional and, indeed, did not hurt myself this or any of those other times. I mean I could could fall on an ax or the corner of a bookshelf or something, but I just crumple delicately to the floor. At least that's how I imagine it.

Here's a photo. Forgive me. I look like Frankenstein. I am ashamed and embarrassed that I did this to myself. Was I that bored?