Eye Trouble
Eye Trouble
“Please Dawn- can you come over right away? “ Paula cried frantically into the phone. “It’s an emergency.” It was a cool, crisp day in spring when I received the urgent, unforgettable call from my dear friend who confessed that her five year-old sweet angel, Dane, had crazy-glued her right eye shut. I threw on my coat, grabbed my purse, and headed straight to Paula’s. What happened that night would surely teach Dane a valuable lesson. Once I got to Paula’s house, I immediately began to examine Dane’s eye. Poor Dane looked like a young war victim. Her face was long with sadness, her cheeks stained with tears, and her one adhered eye dropped like a piece of fruit dying on a vine. I approached her, wiped the tears from her eyes, and then gently touched her sorrowful eye. I tried to carefully use both my index fingers to separate her bottom lid from the top. “Ah!” Dane screamed as she jumped clear out the chair where she was sitting. She ran to her mom who wiped the tears that ran from eyes uncontrollably. At that moment, I knew I had to seek the advice of a professional. Next, I called the Advice Nurse at Kaiser. I explained the situation to the nurse at length. She expressed to me that this could be a very serious situation but suggested that I try one possible solution before the inevitable, which was to take Dane to the hospital. She said to get a warm compress and to apply it to Dane’s eye for about an hour to see if the adhesive would loosen, so I did just that. After an hour, I lifted the compress, and Dane tried to open her eye; however, the adhesive would not budge. There was no choice but to take to the Emergency Room. Finally, we arrived at San Francisco General’s emergency room where they could certainly get the help we needed. After waiting in a crowded scary Waiting room for hours, our name was finally called, and we went in to see the doctor. She asked questions about how the situation occurred
“Please Dawn- can you come over right away? “ Paula cried frantically into the phone. “It’s an emergency.” It was a cool, crisp day in spring when I received the urgent, unforgettable call from my dear friend who confessed that her five year-old sweet angel, Dane, had crazy-glued her right eye shut. I threw on my coat, grabbed my purse, and headed straight to Paula’s. What happened that night would surely teach Dane a valuable lesson. Once I got to Paula’s house, I immediately began to examine Dane’s eye. Poor Dane looked like a young war victim. Her face was long with sadness, her cheeks stained with tears, and her one adhered eye dropped like a piece of fruit dying on a vine. I approached her, wiped the tears from her eyes, and then gently touched her sorrowful eye. I tried to carefully use both my index fingers to separate her bottom lid from the top. “Ah!” Dane screamed as she jumped clear out the chair where she was sitting. She ran to her mom who wiped the tears that ran from eyes uncontrollably. At that moment, I knew I had to seek the advice of a professional. Next, I called the Advice Nurse at Kaiser. I explained the situation to the nurse at length. She expressed to me that this could be a very serious situation but suggested that I try one possible solution before the inevitable, which was to take Dane to the hospital. She said to get a warm compress and to apply it to Dane’s eye for about an hour to see if the adhesive would loosen, so I did just that. After an hour, I lifted the compress, and Dane tried to open her eye; however, the adhesive would not budge. There was no choice but to take to the Emergency Room. Finally, we arrived at San Francisco General’s emergency room where they could certainly get the help we needed. After waiting in a crowded scary Waiting room for hours, our name was finally called, and we went in to see the doctor. She asked questions about how the situation occurred