Errol and Olivia were playing in the back yard.  Errol kept hearing high-altitude jet planes and thinks that it’s thunder.  He insists that Olivia come inside so she won’t get rained on.  At one point they were chasing each other around the yard and Errol ‘hit the tree with his eye’.  Errol was screaming and crying – not because a tree hit his eye, but because he wanted Olivia to come inside.  Stephani convinced Olivia to come in and everyone went to the living room to calm down.

They had just put in the Free To Be You and Me video when Errol told Stephanie that his eye hurt.  This was the first we heard of it.  His right eye was red and puffy.  He lay on Stephanie’s lap and she pulled back his eyelid.  There was something in there!

She called me over and I put my light on it.  She gently moved his eyelind back and forth and out worked this bit of a twig, dancing back and forth, looking like a worm coming out of his eye!  It was like a scene from a science fiction movie.  She worked this thing out and it looked like a tip of growth from the end of a pine tree, oblong and oval shaped; not a splinter, but a whole little thing. The only hing left to decide was who was taking him to the ER.

It was my lot and so Errol and I headed out. As we drove along Rt 15 to Copley, I saw four ducks heading East looking for a sleeping place for the night.  A Errol didn’t see them.  A little later I saw a few more ducks flying near the road, I tried to slow down, but they were out of Errol’s range.  Finally in Wolcott I saw three geese and maybe Errol saw those.

Shortly after that he fell asleep.  I carried him into the ER and put him on a couch in the waiting room. We waited about 45 minutes, then I carried him into the exam room.  He slept for probably an hour and 15 and woke up only when the nurse came in for triage.  He just lay there, groggy and tired, didn’t say much and did answer questions.  He did drank some grape iburofen (325mg) and he liked it, so we’ll get more of that for the house.

Later the doc came in and he put the yellow eye stain in and we sat in front of the eye microscope.  Errol did really well holding his head steady and looking in the right places for the doc to see what he was looking for.

Errol’s eye is fine.  He described it as a glancing blow to his sclera.  There is a red and sore spot down left on this right eye.  But no puncture and no humor leakage! So big relief there.  Errol was so docile.

Afterwards we went looking for food.  We went to the new Maplefield and found some Clif bars.  They had ‘pizza’ but Errol is such a pizza snob he wasnt’ about to eat that stuff, so we didn’t buy any.  I got coffee.