I confess that I started life as a 70 year old woman. I weighed in at 443 pounds at my peak. I was able bench press 15 pounds of hamburgers and fries. But then I got an operation and now weigh in at 303 and I am a male with bulging muscles.

I went 5 days without sleep, because if I go to sleep there is a chance I go blind.

I was a sophomore in college, it was a Thursday. I am going to bed because I have to be up at 5am to lifeguard the next day. As I am getting ready for bed, I rub my left eye and both my eyes go blurry, like when my contacts are dry. I take my contacts out, and my eyes are still blurry. I find this odd, but don't think too much about it. The next morning I wake up at 5am, and thus begins my ordeal.

My eyes are still blurry. It looks like it is foggy indoors. I don't put my contacts in, and I go to work. They are bothering me all day. This also happens to be the same day that I am putting on an all night sporting event fundraiser which I had been planning for 5 months. I go over and start setting up, and my eyes are still bothering me. It continues to look like I am looking through an ever thickening fog. Shortly before the event begins, I can't take it anymore and I go to the eye doctor. They said it looks like I have a scratch on my cornea. They give me some eye drops and say come back tomorrow.

I go back to the fundraiser and am there for several hours as my condition worsens rapidly. I am using the eye drops, but now I am beginning to experience pain and it is difficult to open my eyes. My adviser sees this and tells me to go back. Eventually I relent and I call on emergency hours at the eye doctor. The emergency hours phone goes to her house, so we meet at the office at 11pm. She has to numb my eyes so I can even open them. Things are very blurry now. She gives me stronger eye drops or something (I can't remember this stage too well, it was 12 years ago). My adviser takes me back to my dorm; I am in too bad of shape to continue at the fundraiser.

This is the same night of the beginning of the 2002 Winter Olympics. I am listening to the replays of the opening ceremonies for hours, now in writhing agony because my eyes hurt so bad. At 3am I can't take it anymore. I wake someone people up in the dorm to take me to the eye doctors again. I felt bad waking her up, but this is feeling like I am opening my eyes in salt shakers non-stop. I go back in, she says its bad. Quit taking the stuff I gave you before, you need to rub this ointment on your eyes, use these drops every 1 hour and these drops every 2 hours, I will see you at 8am.

End of Day 1.

I go to the apointment at 8am. The doctor I have been seeing is there, along with 3 grad students and the head of the optometry school. They numb me up and look at my eyes. My vision is now so bad, I can't even find the chart. It is like looking through a frosted shower door.

"Cpierswim, explain how you have been taking these medications."

I mixed up the 1 hour and 2 hour drops because I couldn't see the difference between the two. They tell me to stop taking everything. I now have to take a different set of drops every 2 hours and then the news...

"Additionally you have to also take this second set of drops every 30 minutes. You cannot fall asleep while you are taking these. If you fall asleep or miss either of these drops, you will likely go blind. Even if you do everything as told, there is still a chance you will go blind. You will most likely no longer need to use these in 24 hours. See you tomorrow morning. "

I have people keep me up all the next day and night. Usually it would be difficult to stay awake for a 2nd night while keeping your eyes closed, but I was in so much pain, there would be no sleep had.

End of Day 2

The next morning, I go in. They numb me up and check me out. Every time they numb my eyes, I nearly fall asleep because it is the only time I am released from the agony. I am going to need use these drops again for another day, and must stay awake for another day. My mom and grandma come down and we go to a hotel to keep me awake. This was the worst night ever. I found that being in a steamy room (shower) lessens the pain, so I spend pretty much the whole night in the bathtub, trying not to fall alseep.

End of Day 3

The next day I go in...I need to stay awake again. My mom decides to take me on the 5 1/2 hour trip back home. I am on my 4th day awake, on a long car ride, with my eyes shut and if I fall asleep I have been told I will probably go blind.

End of Day 4

It was one more day with my regular eye doctor at home before I was mercifully allowed to discontinue the eye drops and sleep.

I was told by all of the doctors that it looked like there was a chemical burn on my eyes. The kept asking if I had been working with chemicals, the whole front layers of my eyes were gone. I still don't know what caused this event, and since they don't know what caused it, they said it could happen again.

tl;dr: Had weird issue with my eyes, if I did not take certain eye drops every 30 minutes, or if I fell asleep while taking them, I would go blind. Had to stay awake 5 days without the ability to open my eyes.

So after those 5 days awake, you went to sleep and woke up 6 years later? That's rough

It is an interesting story, I'm just confused in how far this constitutes a confession?

First anonymous confession of the year:

I live in a high-rise condo downtown in a bigger city. Some dude has been throwing gallon jugs filled with rotten piss off the top of the building. They have been exploding and subsequently freezing all over people's cars, balconies, and driveways. We know it's someone on the upper floors, but he hasn't been caught because he is extremely sneaky about it. People in the building are raging and cannot understand how he hasn't been caught yet. It's quite the mystery when you think about it. He strikes about once a week, but there have been stretches where he does it every few days.

This has been going on since the summer, except when the weather was hot, he was filling the jugs with hamburger and sometimes other kinds of meat, like steaks and letting them rot in the jugs for weeks before throwing them off. He was also buying the meat at Costco because one of the jugs apparently had part of a Kirkland label stuck to the side of it. This man was spending hundreds of dollars worth of meat a month just to do this with. He is a sick individual. People in the building are scared, and think he may progress/escalate to using feces or something worse. That's the speculation anyway. Dude has an arm too because some of them have landed across the street or on the lower balconies of opposing buildings.

So that dude is you? Otherwise that's not much of a confession...

Not sure if serious but there ain't no costco in NZ. Just a random confession from an annoymous source.

Liar

What's he confessing?

Sorry; but the dude who sent this to you is really the poo-flinger dude, right?

lol

legendary post, anyone still got the pics?

Seems like they might of given you some messed up eye drops or mixing the two different eye drops caused a chemical reaction?

I had what they told me was a pretty severe scratching of my cornea, the pain in my eyes was insane. They gave me pain meds (vicadin) I think and just told me to rest. Was back to normal after around 3 days.

The pain was so bad that if I knew it wasn't stupid and would blind me cutting out my eye balls seemed like an appealing option from a pain perspective. (Before the pain meds which thankfully made it much more tolerable)

20 year anniversary would have been last year

Oh, she would have murdered him many years ago.

Jfc

I bet you 1m you can lose some weight.

Great bump!

Good eye lol, no clue if its true story or not but would be hilarious if still together.

The rent was prolly like $300 a month back then too lmao

I might of have kinda went gone from dumpster diving for food for a month straight, no electricity at home to a milly+, multiple businesses, coke, hookers, gambling to going clean to having a wife and a kid, and back to broke, single and homeless alcoholic in the span of 4 years.
Also hypothetically a dream I owe about $400k in taxes, and have the equivalent of IRS and DEA + Homeland Security on my ass.

Life is beautiful
I now might be hiding in a country out of the EU.

Thank you for listening to my TED Talk

woah, details please sounds amazing

If you ever want to share your story in Degen Stories, just let me know and I'll unlock it.

Probably another 2-4months until I can share. sorry for blueballing.

Also thanks for grammar check on previous post, Mr.Sheep

whats your address