I thought it was going to be a normal weekend. As normal as fair weekend can be. Friday started off great! Playing with friends, a lunch date with the farmer, and even some desert making. Halfway through said dessert making I heard the tractor pull up to the house and a minute later the door open. I expected to see my sweaty, dirty husband wanting some water. I’m sure he was all three of those things, but all I could see was his swollen, nasty, red eye.

The first words out of my mouth were “Get in the car, we’re going to the emergency room!” He didn’t argue. That’s how I knew it was bad. If my husband agrees to go to the hospital without a fight I get really worried, really fast. Apparently he was spraying and got not one, but three different chemicals in his eye. He then went back to work for 30 more minutes before he came inside. On the way there he thought it would be cool to show me the blister on his eye-ball. For the record, I didn’t think it was very cool. His eyeball was also so swollen that it was no longer round. All good signs, I’m sure.

When we got to the hospital and walked up to the nurses station all of the nurses simultaneously said “Eww” while gasping. That’s comforting. First things first they needed to flush his eye out. He got to hunch over a miniature sink for 15 minutes with water pounding his eyes. They got us taken care of pretty quickly and Jake got some ointment and instructions to come back first thing in the morning to have it checked again. Then I won wife of the year award when I had to take the boys and leave Jake in the ER. I was supposed to sing the national anthem at the local demolition derby and was already 20 minutes late. Thankfully my sister was across the street and was able to pick him up and I had an entire sheriffs department at the derby to watch the boys while I sang. I love small towns!

The next morning we went to have it checked on again and it looked great! Yay! They went ahead and put some dye in it to be sure and flushed it out with saline. Jake said that it felt like something was in his eye and was getting painful, but they still sent us on our way. We got 5 miles from the hospital and I had to turn around because he was in so much pain. Turns out that the top layer of his eyeball had sluffed off. And apparently it’s just as painful as it sounds! Some eye drops, ointment, painkillers, an eyepatch and we were headed back home.

I left Jake at home to rest while I played the farmer for the day and got the truck ready for the parade that night. I couldn’t do his job everyday. I could barely hack it a few hours without thinking I was going to die. I probably didn’t do everything perfectly, but I got everything ready for the parade and watermelon feed for Farm Bureau. Jake was feeling good enough he even tagged along to help. It was a long night but the homemade ice cream kind of made up for it.

God is good and Jake’s eye is almost completely back to normal! Thank you so much to everyone who prayed for him. We truly appreciate it! And here is to no more farm injuries for a very long time!