This is a humorous story.
Yet, this is not really a funny story.
The other day, Sue awoke with a shower of shooting stars playing before her very eyes. A series of flashes in her field of vision with a smudgy gray ring also to be seen in the middle distance. A bit unsettling.
A call to the optometrist and a description of what she was seeing quickly brought the response of, "How soon can you get in here?" Pretty quick was her answer.
The congenial Doc took a look and a listen and then he did an ultrasound image of her eyeball. Hmmm. Just as he thought; the vitreous humor (the liquid filling inside of the eyeball - that's the 'humorous' part of the story) had pulled away from the back of the eye and this was causing the optic nerve to fire and make a light show for the brain to enjoy. Only most of the brain was not enjoying the show, but was wondering what in heavens was going on.
The doctor assured her he had the same thing happen to him, and even he was unnerved (even though he knew what was going on). He assured her that it would eventually fix itself. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but someday. What a trip - as the hippies used to say.
So, I did marry a girl with stars in her eyes. Sometimes at night I look deep into her eyes and look for those stars. But she tells me those are her stars only, you can't see them and then her eyelids drift down as she slips into heavenly sleep.
Yet, this is not really a funny story.
The other day, Sue awoke with a shower of shooting stars playing before her very eyes. A series of flashes in her field of vision with a smudgy gray ring also to be seen in the middle distance. A bit unsettling.
A call to the optometrist and a description of what she was seeing quickly brought the response of, "How soon can you get in here?" Pretty quick was her answer.
The congenial Doc took a look and a listen and then he did an ultrasound image of her eyeball. Hmmm. Just as he thought; the vitreous humor (the liquid filling inside of the eyeball - that's the 'humorous' part of the story) had pulled away from the back of the eye and this was causing the optic nerve to fire and make a light show for the brain to enjoy. Only most of the brain was not enjoying the show, but was wondering what in heavens was going on.
The doctor assured her he had the same thing happen to him, and even he was unnerved (even though he knew what was going on). He assured her that it would eventually fix itself. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but someday. What a trip - as the hippies used to say.
So, I did marry a girl with stars in her eyes. Sometimes at night I look deep into her eyes and look for those stars. But she tells me those are her stars only, you can't see them and then her eyelids drift down as she slips into heavenly sleep.
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