Red Eye Express

We left New York Friday afternoon, arrived in Dublin 4:30 Saturday morning, and then made our way to Málaga a few hours later, arriving home around 12:45. By 7:15 p.m. we had already been out to dinner and home again. No 9 or 10 p.m. Spanish dining for us tonight. It’s now 8:15 and I’m ready for bed.

I’ve never heard of a flight from New York to Europe being referred to as a red-eye. In the United States the term is reserved for overnight flights from the West to the East Coast. But, given what my right eye looked like when I woke up Friday morning in New York, any flight I took would have been a red-eye.

The eye is nothing to worry about. It happens to me every so often and will pass within a few days. I took the photo this afternoon and it already looked better than it had in the morning and not nearly as bad as it has on other occasions. Still, John Sebastian’s song, “Red Eye Express,” has been playing in my head for more than 24 hours. So, now it can play in yours, too. As John says, “It’s the one all the boys in the band like best.”

Stay tuned for just a little more from Brooklyn. Next up: “Diner Dining and Doggy Bags” (or something like that).


Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

24 thoughts on “Red Eye Express”

  1. Home safe and sound….if not a little red!
    This happens to me too a couple times a year for no apparent reason….tiny blood vessels break/rupture. here's lookin' at ya! lol
    Love those nails DD!

  2. The Duchess is just beautiful! She doesn't even have bloodshot eyes 😉 Now… just how much did you drink on the flight home? The worst red-eye flight I was ever on was from Hawaii back to the mainland… I had the very last seat (one of those tiny ones that aren't intended for human butts) so it wasn't even my eyes that suffered fatigue. Glad you're both home safe and sound… or at least safe.

    1. Sharon:
      Those airline seats are ridiculous. And first class is not in our future (with the old mileage programs — 10,000 miles for a free and easy to get upgrade — first class is in our past).

      I only had one drink on the flight home… and that was after my eye had already exploded. Should have drunk more and evened out the red in both eyes.

  3. Eek! That eye freaked me out so much that I delayed opening up this post. But I was duly soothed by all the following images – and ending on a 'high'!
    However, welcome home! You must have pussies all over you now.

    1. Raybeard:
      Dudo and Moose are very happy to have us home, but they had amazingly wonderful and loving care while we were gone. They didn't suffer. I won't take a picture of my eye today. It's actually a bit uglier but not feeling as bad. I kind of like that opening shot; I much prefer that to my jet-lagged, unshaven, New York pallor, total image.

  4. Your red eye is called a subconjunctival haemorrhage. It's the rupture of a small blood vessel beneath the conjunctiva and looks worse than it actually is because the small leakage of blood spreads out a long way as if in a very thin sandwich.
    It can occur for no reason at all, or because of a simple trauma such as rubbing your eye or a sneeze. They can be caused by dry eye and the consequent irritation and rubbing of the tissues, and occasionally by high blood pressure.
    They look ghastly but so long as you don't get them very often, no need to worry.

    1. Jean:
      Thanks for all that info! When I was working I would get them quite regularly. I got one in NY while visiting my mother some years back that was so unbelievably bad, it scared me. I took a picture and emailed it to our nephew who's a retinal surgeon. When I learned I didn't even need to worry about that one, I stopped worrying about them at all. And since I stopped working, they're a very rare occurrence. They sometimes feel like mini-explosions in my eye when they bad ones happen. And, yep, sometimes they were a direct result of a sneeze or rubbing. Other times… it felt like spontaneous combustion. Anyway, I know someone who gets them every so often and then won't go out in public. My vanity, thankfully, doesn't go so far.

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