Yeah, you read that right.
Let’s take a trip back in time to 2011. It was the year of third-wave girl power (hello Bridesmaids and Daenerys from Game of Thrones), the final Harry Potter movie, Beyonce’s baby bump and Kim Kardashian’s 72-day marriage.
It was also the year I nearly went blind in one eye.
It was Halloween and I’d decided to go as some sort of maid because I couldn’t think of a better pop culture reference. I know, totally lame.
This is where it all becomes a bit blurry (pun intended).
I was talking to one of my friends, holding the hair wand in my right hand when suddenly my right hand hit my open left eye in the face.
To this day, I have no clue how it happened.
Shock overcame me, I didn’t realise what had happened, then a sharp pain bolted through me as I dropped the wand and clutched my eye.
My friend’s laughter at my carelessness slowly ceased as they realised what had happen. I had burnt my eyeball.
We went to the bathroom and splashed cold water over it. At that point it was too painful to open the eye, so luckily my sober friend raced me up to the hospital.
The emergency doctors rushed me straight in, which is decidedly the shortest time I’ve ever spent in a waiting room and began assessing my eye. They dripped in local anaesthetic to numb the pain and I could open my eye again.
After the examination, my doctor told me I had essentially ‘cooked’ my cornea ‘like an egg’. I’ll let you bask in that image for a second. He said he’d never seen anything like it and wasn’t sure if it would heal or if I would be able to see out of that eye again.