So I went back to work, and people couldn't tell...and the people who knew forgot about it, until somebody called the station and then they found out and cannot believe at what I have. Though they may be teary-eyed, I cannot cry because I know crying can increase intraocular pressure and I left my eyedrops at home ('cuz boy those do give me headaches)... i tell my story, and after the commotion, life goes on.
Every now and then my eye still hurts, and my heart....my heart continues to glow with hope...
"Sick and yet happy, in peril and yet happy, dying and yet happy, in exile and happy, in disgrace and happy." --Epictetus