My eye is fine.
2006-01-17 / 8:12 p.m.
So, yesterday I had to go home during the start of period 5 because my eyeball started stinging like it has a thousand pins stabbed into it. I guess it was because my eye was watery at the time, and the pain made my eye even more watery which turns the thousand into millions.
Millions come after thousands, right?
I got driven home and saw the emergency doctor. But by that time it was okay again because the water in my eye was gone. But nonetheless, I had it looked at anyway - better than waiting for a week on the doctor's list.
Kris it turns out you are quite right, it was a bursted blood vessel caused by a powerful pressure/a sharp object. The doctor gave me that explanation and another: I have been too stressed out lately. Which then could lead to my blood vessels bursting because I have been rubbing tears off my eyes too vigorously, or that I have been doing that hand running over face thing. I noticed recently that when I am stressed out, I tend to run my hands over my face or certain parts of my face. Sometimes it would be covering my mouth and sometimes it would be deeply pressing into my eyes. So then, two of the doctors explanations may apply.
Therefore nothing dangerous is going on, and I'm not going to go blind. And also, it proves everyone's explanation wrong. Hoho. Now I can go swimming again. And go to sleep late routinely again - then again I do that anyway but during the time when my internally bleeding eye was still a mystery, I was screamed at for going to bed late. And that does not usually happen; if it wasn't for my eye.
The doctor gave me eyedrops, which smells quite nice, but tastes ugly.
After I had it dripped into my eye at registration and break this morning, I realised about 15 minutes later I can taste it in my throat. What the fucking fuck?! Now how does that happen I don't know, but I have learnt that it is that way because it is something to do with that I put my head straight back in normal position too soon after the drops are taken. So today after school after I had the eyedrops again, I stayed lying on the sofa until I finished my chocolate Pocky. And then I got up and baked cakes, and the ugly taste didn't show up! Brilliant!
Pre-Media module.
I spent period 1 with Amal in the library revising and going over my notes instead of going to Drama. Of course I got Mr Maric's permission first; if I just ran off like that he may take away my place of lieutenant. Then my UCAS will suffer incredibly. Wow, I was so stressed out, and I swear my eye started hurting a bit as well. I just got all my notes out and tested myself, going over them, test again, copied other notes, just repetiting the important points. But I couldn't take anything in. I stared at the adverts of my magazines and the snapshot just isn't happening in my head. Stress.
But when I'm stressed out, I tend to express it in a funny way. Well, sometimes I go to the extremes and absolutely go nuts, but there's another way I express stress, and that's the funny one =D.
At break, oh my lord, if you saw me from afar you'd think I was hyper and happy instead of being stressed. Smiling amd pulling what seemed like strange faces, I was jumping to and from Michael, burying my face in Adam's coat, too stressed out to even pay Toby any attention,
"OH MY LORD my module is today. ARRGHHH. I can't take this!"
Adam told me to calm down with his fatherly voice, and Michael laughed and nonchantly said,
"Yes and? I've had four already. =D!"
The hour before the module I spent in the library [again] with Michael. We were just chatting away and I wasn't even revising much. Right up to the second before I sat down on my exam desk in the main hall, I had every part of my confidence on call, I think I even strolled inside the main hall entrance with my posture looking too bold and courageous. What a strange emotive system I have - surely it should be the other way round? That is the normal way. But then, as Adam says, 'Joey' and 'normal' does not go together even if you threaten the two with a steyr aug. Not the gun bit though; he used another metaphor but I can't remember.
As I sat down and wrote my candidate number on the exam paper, all the stress that I experienced through-out the day rapidly flew away, high into the skies, like a white dove.
Post-Media module.
The exam was hard. I ran out of time. My conclusion was like, two lines
"Therefore, I conclude that all the points I made supports the question."
I can't remember the other line but that is because it is so shit that my memory has simply surpressed it.
When the examiner was saying,
"You should be moving on to the second section now."
I was nowhere near the finishing of my first section; I believe I was in the middle of the first when the examiner made the announcement.
But oh well =/, I tried my best. I'll be happy with a B. If I got a C I would volunteer to retake it, no doubt.
Anyways, I shall go and have my daily nap now =D.
Goodnight, chickens!
♥ Joey
Previous entries:
My brother's 18th! - 2006-06-12
No more exams! - 2006-06-10
Two more exams left! - 2006-06-07
Game Maniac - 2006-06-04
Antipication of no exams. - 2006-06-02
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