So last weekend Jeremy and I went whale watching out of Monterey Harbor with the in-laws. It is gray whale season, so cool.....or so I thought.
I was happily perched on the bow of the boat so I had a complete 180 degree unobstructed view of the blue waters of the Monterey bay. It was a windy day, but my gortex jacket was doing its job. The swell was big and seemed to be getting bigger and bigger the further out we went. At first it was fun....you know, the whole roller coaster stomach drop thing as we went over the waves. But then it got nasty. Stomach started rolling, even between waves. Funny taste in mouth. I quickly relocated to the back of the boat, only to find nauseating diesel fumes.
It was taking what seemed like forever to find a whale. Each wave we schlopped over was torturous. Before too long the salivating and eye watering started, I rushed to the side of the boat and...well, fed the fish. Sure enough, mid-spew the captain of the boat yelled out a whale-sighting and I glanced up in time to see an enormous whale come shooting out of the water like a missile. I think I would have been happier at that sight had I not been spitting gastric residue from my mouth at the time.
A few more whales later we were heading back and by that time the churning had returned. Once again I was sentenced to violent retching, which almost sent me over the rail. Liz overboard....almost.
Before to long we were back at Monterey Harbor and I munched saltines to take the edge off of the queasiness. Surely my troubles were over now.
But no! The next morning I awoke and Jeremy greeted me with a smile which soon turned to gross fascination as he pointed to my eye: "Oh my gosh! What's wrong with your eye?!?" Quickly locating a mirror I found that there was a bright red spot on the white of my eye. Surely it would go away. Minor irritation. Little dab of visine would do the trick. But no, by the next day half of my eye was bright blood red.
At the doctor's I was told that I'd had an eye hemorrhage, caused from the amazing internal pressure I created whilst vomiting. Didn't know I had it in me. The end of the story is that the bleeding stopped and the color is now fading, but you should've seen some of the looks I got over the past week.
(This is not my actual eye, but it was almost this pretty.)
2 comments:
Oh Liz what a great story, I laughed out loud. What an awful situation. I must say that you're lucky that you haven't had kids yet because such awful puking would have made you pee your pants completely and then you really would have been hating it.
Whale watching is a seriously dangerous pastime. So is going on a blind date with a dentist-chair makeout-fetish-having-vampire. Yes - I too have experienced a bloody freakish eye. My freshman year of college I got set up on a blind date with a vampire. After having wrestled him off of me after he whispered in my ear, "Hey, I have a dentist chair in the back. Do you want to see it?" and calling a friend to come rescue me, I looked in the mirror only to discover my eye had imploded. It took a full month of Brad's comments such as, "Hey Lefty" and "Visine gets the red out!" before it faded and went away. Good luck with your freak eye!
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