
In order for you to understand this story, I have to provide a little background:
About 4 years ago (actually, pretty close to exactly 4 years ago, because is was during the 2004 Olympics), a group of us friends went to Costa Rica and Nicaragua on a trip. While there, I was exposed to the most enormous bugs of my life. Huge. Like, one night, we chased (yes, literally CHASED) a huge bug around the room of our hostel because it was so LOUD just walking around none of us could sleep. I swear, it was the size of a small mouse. It was absolutely disgusting. And, since Corbyn spent 2 years of his life in Nicaragua on his mission, you might understand that he has come home with some...uh, bug issues. They never express themselves during the day, but at night, when he is asleep and his subconsciousness takes over, his true phobias come out. Like, if I accidentally touch him in the night, he FREAKS out. (Like, jumps out of the bed slapping himself to kill whatever bug touched him.)
Which leads me to my story and the picture: A couple nights ago, Corbyn dreamed (I didn't even touch him) that a bug was crawling on his face. So, he went to slap it away and managed to jam his thumb right in his eye. In the morning, his eye was swollen shut and emitting a steady stream of tears. And, it was difficult for him to even open his other eye. Being the helpful wife that I am, I got one of my bandanna's and tried to tie it over his one eye, but he thought it looked dumb, so he wouldn't wear it. But, he should learn to listen to me... since his vision was somewhat altered due to only being able to see out of one eye, when he went to adjust a pillow, he managed to jam his thumb BACK in his eye. So, he tied the bandanna back on... Amy always knows best. I bought him a super sweet eye patch after work that night - see picture.
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