She got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night.  She turned on each light she walked to her destination.  Her room light, her hall light, and finally the light her bathroom.  All the while rubbing her left eye.  She kept rubbing it while she answered the call of nature and then washed her hands, looking in the mirror.
In her blurry sleep vision she could see that her eye was heavily discolored, especially in comparison to her perfectly fine, right eye.  She wondered if something had gotten into it.  She kept rubbing it for a moment and then tried splashing water on her face.   But it still itched terribly.
She decided she would just stop messing with it and go back to bed.  Maybe then it would get better.
The next morning was the same.  But worse.  He eye was still itching!  But even more so.  It was making her pretty angry, she stormed into her bathroom and inspected her face.  Below her left eye was now also discolored.  It was slightly redder and with a blackish tinge.  In looked almost as if he got punched in the face.  And the eye itself was terribly blood shot.
But she could still see.  She figured it must have been pink eye or something.  No big deal, she’d get medicine for it if the problem persisted.
The following night when she got home she was particularly exhausted.  She had gotten a barrage of comments and questions from her co-workers and friends about the eye.  And it was a great annoyance trying to fulfill her duties with it being so severely irritated.  She fell asleep quickly despite the chronic, endless pain that started to seem like it was situated below her eye.
Again, she rose out of bed from the need to relieve herself.  It was sort of a two in the morning once a night thing for her.  She went to the bathroom and again, looked at her bothersome eye.  It definitely hadn’t improved.  The upper part of the left side of her face looked like one big bruise.  It showed sickly shades of red, purple, green, and black.  She was absolutely revolted by the sight of it.  And embarrassed at her new ugliness.
And the pain!  It was unbearable!  She placed a palm against the side of her faced and nearly screamed at how much the freaking thing hurt.  She had to figure out what it was.  She HAD too!  She clambered up onto the counter as to get closer to the mirror and a better look at her eye.  Her eye that had been so bothersome lately.  She stretched her eye socket open as much as she could by pulling downward on the bottom and upward on the top.
All around was the same old story.  Red, and ridiculously bloodshot.  She got even closer and tried to get a better look at the source of pain.  Tipping her head back she could see slight downward, into the bottom of her eye socket.  And there it was!  The source of her pain.  It was a tiny, straight, fuzzy, looking twig like thing.  She wasn’t really sure what it was.  And she couldn’t believe that such a small thing could cause so much pain.  It had to of only been three or four centimeters in length.  She opened a drawer and grabbed a pair of tweezers.
Normally the thought of sticking a pair of tweezers into their eye would make anyone sick to their stomach.  But she was past that.  She had already been sickened by the disgusting pain and irritation that she’d been suffering for the past twenty four hours. So, she was determined on getting the stupid thing out!
She tipped her back so that she could see it again.  Then, she carefully lowered the tweezers in, watching in the mirror, staring at the stupid thing that had somehow lodged itself deep in her flesh.   She couldn’t keep the metal from making contact with her eye and she had let it slide against the irritated tissue in order to take care of the source of the dilemma. Finally she grabbed it.
It squirmed violently until it was free of the tweezers’ grasp.

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