What Does It Mean To Be Human?

Writing

As I sit with a cold bag of peas smooshed against the left cheek of my painfully windburned face (Northern Ireland’s coastlines are blustery af), I gasp in awe at the astoundingly graphic yet oddly fascinating scenes of ‘Surgeons – At The Edge Of Life’, a show guaranteed to have you on the edge of your seat grappling for the sick bucket I can assure you. From close-up camera angles highlighting the magnificent ability of the surgeons to intentionally stop a 3 year old child’s heart on the operating table in order to conduct surgery on the respiratory system, to the scenes of pneumatic drills screwing in metal rods vertically down the spinal cord of a 63 year old man. All I can say is it’ll put you right off your TV dinner and straight onto Google to investigate all types of weird questions about your very own body.

Mesmerised by every filmed intricate movement the hospital staff make in their efforts to save the lives of patients in life-threatening conditions to vastly improving the quality of life in others. To being in awe of the recovery and the adaptability to which the human body is capable of, I ask myself, are we all just bags of flesh and bone, or are we something more than that? Having a ‘personality’, the ability to empathize and rationalize, are these not qualities spared only for humanity or are we all just an experiment of evolution? Evolution going so far as to grant us with the brain to body ratio necessary to think logically and imaginatively and perhaps to think that there is more to us than maybe there really is?

What does it mean to be human?

See The Signs

Writing

I write to you with one eye open this Monday morning, not two, one. if any of you recount the good old game of Animal Crossings, you’ll remember fondly the big ass ballooned eye your little character would receive from a bee sting (Google it). I, my friends am that character. But it wasn’t a bee that caused this. It was myself. In what seemed like an unknowing attempt of self-sabotage! But How?

The workplace

Sh*t always goes down in the office and obviously some must’ve got into my damn eye.  I distinctly remember my left eye being quite itchy while at the desk, as there was no sandpaper handy to really scratch that itch my dirty fingernail had to suffice. My nail had probably minorly cut my lower eyelid and dirt must’ve got in and had a field day, atleast that’s what I think caused it!

But not to jump ahead let me show you the experience through my eyes (right eye only) on how the infection developed  so you are aware if you’re ever in a similar situation, hopefully not!

The Symptoms

It’s Saturday morning, the penetrating sunlight from my blinds interjects the constant buzz of the outdoor traffic. I wake up well rested and ready for the day. That is, until I peer into the mirror at my left eye with my right eye, I look like I’ve  just done 12 rounds with Tyson. It’s swollen, it’s red, but not yet to an extent where I feel I should get something for it. And this was my mistake! Prevention is better than cure folks, know that! Act early.

So the day goes on, I just float around like a bad smell not knowing internally the rot that was starting to fester! Bit dramatic – the infection was beginning to worsen. I go to sleep that night after trying a home remedy of warm compression and black tea bags on my left eye.

Waking up Sunday, I feel an irregular tightness where I’d normally get my frequent dark circles! The infection had spread. Before it was near my tearduct now it’s making its way down my f*cking face! My cheekbone is beginning to hurt. I immediately start freaking out and do what any sane person would do and that’s jump straight on to Google. Looking at symptoms and reasons, I come across the goriest sh*te known to man, woman and child. Word of advice, don’t Google a symptom too much and certainly don’t look in Google Images!

From what my research had shown me, I had anything from mild Conjunctivitis to ‘you’re going blind b*tch’. And with this shock horror on a Sunday I rushed my ass half way across the city to visit an out of hours doctor. And this is where the fun really begins….

 

Part 1 – The Symptoms

Part 2 – The Treatment

Part 3 – The Aftermath