I was really nervous last night about my eye. My fear was that a tiny piece of wire had somehow lodged itself in my eye and that I could not feel it because it went into the soft white part. I was truly scared to death.
I awoke this morning to find my eye pretty much looking like it did yesterday morning: a little bleary, but otherwise fine. There was not so much as a tiny little bruise on my cheek. In fact, the whatever it was managed to nick the part of me that is perpetually red (thank you Irish ancestry and roseacea!). The scratch at the edge of my bottom lid seems to have pretty much disappeared and there is no more swelling.
I am at once thrilled that I have not suffered a debilitating injury and disappointed that I have nothing to show for my terror. Feh.