A while ago I was in town when I saw this woman who was so fat she had rolls of flab drooping over her pulled-up socks. The light carrying that image didn't harm my eyes, but I could have done without it all the same.
When I was in my early teens I dropped a glass bottle of carbonated drink (Lucozade I think), when it smashed it sent a sliver of glass into my eye. At the hospital they put in a luminous dye but couldn't tell if there was glass still in there or if it was just the slice it made. I do remember a stunning trainee doctor examining me, when you're that age and a beautiful woman comes right up against your face it's like being a rabbit in the headlight, thank Christ there wasn't any reason they would have had me hooked up to any heart monitoring equipment, they'd have probably called the crash cart.
About ten to fifteen years later I asked an optician to check it out during an eye test, she was an annoying and impatient optician, it was my first eye test and I had no idea nor was given any warning about them testing for glaucoma, when the puff of air blasted me I nearly took a dump in my pants. She was quite sure she wouldn't find anything as the eyes heal quickly according to her, but it was still there.
Oh and I'm still like a bunny in headlights when it comes to beautiful women.