Since starting this blog almost 4 years my husband has proven to be a mess. He's had MRSA, tore his esophagus, had broken bones, and had multiple stitches. Two weeks ago was a nightmare. He was making a horseshoe in the barn and when he hit it the 10-inch piece of bar steel flew out of the tongs and hit him in the right eye.
We drove 45 miles to the University of Iowa Hospitals and Clinics emergency room. I knew it was bad when the doctors began discussing his "open globe" and the seriousness of it. To make a long story short, they were able to save his eye but compared it to "squishing a grape and sewing it back together." He no longer has an iris and will eventually need to be be fitted for a pupil-control contact lens. During surgery the doctor was unable to find the lens inside the eye. I found it the next day on the barn floor.
He had another surgery this past Thursday and in a week will be referred to the cornea service for that special contact lens. I told him I will kick his butt if he gets hurt again. I'm not sure how much more I can take.
