Eye contact

macular ischemia.2 A chronic, dull pain in the affected eye can be present due to neovascular glaucoma.2 Signs in the anterior segment include neovascularization of the iris, increased IOP, neovascular glaucoma, ocular hypotony, and opaque aqueous humor.1 When IOP exceeds the perfusion pressure in the central retinal artery, a macular cherry-red spot characteristic of retinal ischemia is seen.1 The lens of the affected eye is opaque than the normal eye and the pupil is semi-dilated with a…

I sigh with relief. HUGE mistake. Danny and Jase both turn around. I hold my breath. Danny’s eyes scan the surrounding forest and his gaze stops on my tree. Gulping, I slowly backed away. I’ve gone three steps when my foot lands on a dry branch. It snaps, the sound like a gunshot in the stillness of the forest. I turn and run. “We’ve got you…

I heard something coming inside my room. I thought it was my brother, I turn around, but it was no one. As I kept crying I felt like something jumped to my bed, I turn around and it was her. She went closer to me, and she stared at me with her big eyes. It seemed like if she was asking me," What’s wrong with you? What happen? How can I help you?". Since she couldn’t do anything, she went up to me and licked my face. Then, she…

if everyone was alright. They took us to the hospital for a few hours to make sure. Then we got to go home and see our family. We missed them so much, and they missed us too. “I was worried sick about you guys!” exclaimed my aunt with tears in her eyes. Jenny, Gina, and I told everyone the story. A few weeks later, Jenny and Gina went to school and felt more confident now like they could accomplish any task. Everyone wanted to hear our story. Many people admired us because we were strong enough…

Waking up one morning to the bright sunlight, giving her a headache. She cannot open her eyes as she feels the room spinning around her. She must lay still in order for the dizziness to go away. Once she opens her eyes she must adjust her eyes and try not to get up fast in order to not feel dizzy again. “When will it end?” the women asks. Vestibular disorders, a growing number of people have been diagnosed with these disorders. Griselda Baltazar was no exception as she woke up one morning…

the foot steps get closer and closer. The door slowly opened, next thing we knew it we were staring at his younger brother Skye. "what the hell is going on in here brother.." Skye said. He hadn't yet noticed me naked underneath his brother. Skye's eyes blinked twice and he noticed me naked underneath Blaze. "Whoa! what is going on here!" Skye questioned with great shock. "NOTHING!! NOTHING IS GOING ON!" Blaze barked with great frustration and embarrassment.…

The scenery around me was so jaw dropping I almost forgot about all the little pinches I was getting. They were just a pinch, like a needle but it hurt so bad. Nothing like I ever experienced before. The city was filled with people not bugs!! Tamara finally asked, “Why are you itching and swatting all over?” I said, “I’m being attacked by some weird insects.” “It might be mosquitos, gnats, or just plain bugs.” Tamara said. I had no idea what those were but I didn’t want to sound like a…

without vision you can't see the beautiful things around you. But our eyes isn't the only way to see things, I think that we can use our imagination to see the things around us and a lot of us don’t realize that. In Emily Dickinson's poems, “We grow accustomed to the dark” and “Before I got my eye put out” she writes about how not having vision isn’t a bad thing, unless you have your imagination. In the poem, “Before I got my eye put out” Dickinson writes about if she loses her sight it would…

cut through the air. “You could have been killed, Brightpaw! How many times have I told you that that side of the territory is dangerous?” The brown tabby stood in front of Brightpaw, glaring down at her with wide yellow eyes. She stared back with defiance gleaming in her own eyes. “You told me to be independent! To take charge of my own education! I did exactly what you asked, Quailfang.” “That's not what I meant, and you know it.” Though their voice had quieted, Quailfang’s ears flattened…

I could almost see the markings of a pencil that had been pushed into the texture of the white wall. I stood up, and walked over to see what it said. I passed a lady who had fallen asleep on my right that filled the room with an obnoxious rumble that echoed throughout the room. I neared the spot and could make out the words “Hel…” the last word, looked like someone had drew it if they had been in a hurry to write it before they were taken away. Fear encased my brain as I wandered what actually…