It was the night of September 9, 2005.
I was working at a restaurant in South Carolina.
A woman was in the dining room eating and her eyes were popping out of her head.
The woman told me that she was in pain and that it was all her fault.
“I told her I thought it was my fault,” the woman said.
“So she started crying.”
I asked the woman why she was crying.
“It was just that I had to get rid of it,” she said.
A week earlier, on September 10, I had a similar conversation with a woman at a bar.
She told me, “I had pink eye and my friend told me she had it and I thought, Oh, I have to get her some pills.”
She said her friend was also in pain.
I told her that it’s normal to feel pain and I’m sorry.
I said that I didn’t know how to treat it.
But I was still trying to get someone else to get it for me.
The pain was coming on and then it started to go away.
I stopped talking to her.
A month later, the woman was hospitalized for the same thing and I was told she had pink-eye and she was told, I need to get an eye specialist.
I didn`t want to believe her.
I couldn`t see it.
I wasn`t sure what I should do.
So I called the Eye and Ear Department at the University of South Carolina at Charleston.
I found out that this woman was really in pain, that the glasses were hurting her eyes, and that she had been taking a steroid that makes her eyes bleed.
And that she needed to get a prescription for a steroid to help her eyes heal.
I called and said, Can you help me?
I got a phone call the next day.
I had been on a call to the doctor and he told me the doctor was a friend of the woman’s.
The doctor said, She had pink eyes and she needed a steroid.
And he said that he had an eye that was inflamed and he needed it.
And I said, What?
I don`t have a problem with the glasses or the steroid or any of that.
But if this woman had a problem that could be fixed, she would have needed surgery.
That was the first time I was going to have to confront the problem.
The next time I spoke with the doctor, he said, No, you`re not going to get to do this.
She needs to get this done, and he said she needed steroids.
He said that she should have had surgery, but he wouldn`t let her get the steroids.
I asked him if she had the surgery.
He told me no.
He didn`T care if I had pink, purple, blue or brown eyes.
He was going after her because she wasn`T going to give him what he wanted.
He wanted the steroid for the glasses.
He needed it to treat her pink eye, so he said he needed to take it.
He got on a plane and flew to Florida.
I flew down there and was given an appointment with Dr. Thomas Fenton, the director of the Center for Eye Surgery.
The first thing I saw was a tube of saline solution.
It was like a little water.
It looked like a water balloon.
I went over to the tube and tried to touch it and it just stayed on.
I tried to remove it.
Then I tried rubbing it on the eye and it didn`s gone.
The tube came out.
And then Dr. Fenton took a big swab of the eye.
I knew that he knew what he was doing.
He had taken a lot of blood from the eye, and it had a yellowish color.
He asked me what color it was.
I started rubbing the tube, and then I got the idea that the eye had turned purple and he wanted to get that tube.
He pulled the tube out and started poking and probing it.
After about 10 minutes, I realized that the tube was actually the eye that had turned blue.
Dr. Tom Fenton told me he wanted an MRI to look for something in the cornea and then he went to the operating room.
When I arrived at the operating table, Dr. William Dolan, the eye surgeon, was sitting next to me.
He looked me in the eye with the glass, and I saw that the corneal tissue had turned black.
I just stared at him for a long time.
Then he said: Oh, my God.
What have I done?
I thought I`d done something wrong.
Then Dr. Dolan put a bandage on my right eye and said: There is no need to worry.
Now I have no need for this eye.
He went to Dr. John Buss, the ophthalmologist.
He came up to me and said that his ophthalmology is not very good and that he has