Well, apparently I’ve got something called Recurrent Corneal Erosion. It’s when your eye gets dry at night, and when you open it in the morning, a thin layer gets pulled off of the eye. It’s painful and horrible and I hate it.

HOWEVER, the experience has been interesting. The pain causes you to want to sleep until your eye heals itself enough for you to be functional, usually in a few hours. In those hours, the foggy pain goes to the back of your head, and everything feels so odd, lonely, and old. You realize the importance of love. You realize that you wish you had someone with you, like the divorced middle aged man in House MD whose wife and kids come to him while he’s sick but then he leaves them again when he gets better. But you’re a better person, so you remember the pain even when it’s gone. You know that what you felt was real, that it says something. And fuck it you don’t want to be alone the next time it happens.