Guns or Roses?

So yes, a gun did this to my eye....ok well the scope on a 30/30 rifle did it. Let me start at the beginning....Josh was supposed to be looking out for me but I guess he thought Daddy's Little Princess could manage especially since Daddy is AKA Rambo with all the guns he has. So a fun weekend turned into a trip to Urgent Care with my eye bleeding out. Josh wanted to shoot the rifle a few times before the rest of our crew met us out in Conroe for the weekend. He had bought a few target sheets (of which they were miniscule which in turn shattered my focus as well as my eye). The first time I shot it hit the tree above the target sheet and so I was determined to hit it. I crouched down got into position (FYI I can't wink so I had both eyes open to view the scope...WARNING: DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME it is very hard to look through a scope with both eyes and focus) it took a good 3 minutes before I got the shot and when the gun kicked back it hit me in the eye. So because my concentration was focused else where I completely forgot to hold the gun correctly against my shoulder. It felt like a ton of bricks...I literally mean a ton of bricks hit my eye. I didn't feel the blood oozing out of my eye until Josh came over to me and his face held horror in his eyes.

I didn't feel pain and I didn't cry (Daddy's Little Princess is a trooper!) I held my forehead as I tried to put pressure on the wound while I walked inside and washed up. My cousins Jackie and Marty seemed to be freaking out a bit trying to figure out what to do. I saw the cut in the mirror and said, "Let's go...I need stitches" Josh called a few places and we headed out. He felt really bad and the whole way there he couldn't help but blame himself. It was an accident and I got lucky it wasn't as bad as it could have been, thankfully.

So 2 hours later I've got 6 stitches, a whoozy husband (oh my how will he handle child birth), and a rumbling stomach and I was ready to get back to it. I didn't experience too much pain through out (must be my high threshold for pain) I did however try to hustle some pain med's from Doctor D (the cool, Haitian country man) but he just laughed said I wouldn't need them. I guess most folk out in the country are pretty laid back like him, he cussed a few times and blasted his Creole Jams during the procedure.

Now I have an awesome scar to look forward to, good thing it's below my eyebrow. I have a purple, black, and greenish tint to my eye which showed up the next day and has been subsiding so there's been a lot of concerned looks at work (it isn't the first time either they still remember my paintball gun wounds) What can I say I bruise easily! Next time I'll be extra careful when handling my guns but some roses would have been nice too