Laura and I were watching a scary film and as usual my tics increased during the exciting bits. At one point, my arms bent, stretched and flapped about chaotically and finally I thumbed myself in the eye. Laura paused the film and said, “Let me see. Yep, there’s blood. It needs cleaning and some ice.” Fortunately, I haven’t damaged my eyeball, I’ve just cut the corner of my eyelid.

When I got home the first aid continued with a slightly drunk Fat Sister taking a look. She said, “I should keep some medicated glue at home – I could’ve fixed that nicely with a bit of glue.”