My nightly going-to-bed routine goes like this:
- Turn off bedroom light.
- Turn off computer monitors.
- Lie down in bed.
- Set phone alarm.
- Turn on reading light and read a book till drowsy.
I didn’t get to read my book last night.
I had gotten into bed and picked up my iPhone to set the alarm. Because I was lying on my back, I naturally positioned the phone above my face so I could look at it.
While sliding the iPhone on, I somehow lost my grip on it and it fell right into my eye, the corner of the phone stabbing my right eye.
Which startled the Goonfather awake. (He usually sleeps way before me.) He mumbled thickly, “What happened.”
I said, “I dropped my iPhone on my eye.”
It took a second for him to register what I said, and then he started laughing, the bastard.
I smacked him and called him an idiot.
My eye is fine, though, thanks for asking.
It wasn’t a very far drop. It just stung for a while, teared for a bit, and then it was fine.
Didn’t feel like reading anymore.
This morning, the Goonfather MSN’ed me: “You kena eye-phone!!! Hahaha.”