The amusement is the right eye, of course. Until class finished my streaks and swirls were that. Some of the blood was dissipating, so I even had a speckled dome to look though for about an hour. Then one streak became spider like. Not just any spider. Huntsman. My big phobia. So all evening I have had a huntsman jumping and leaping across my eye. Fortunately, it's a chemically induced phobia (sensitivity) not fear of the creature itself. Otherwise this would not be nearly as funny. Still, I like it when my eye's shut or the room is dark and my vision is not full of webs and that web has no deep-brown inhabitant sprawling as if it owns my vision.
What the ophthalmologist didn't tell me yesterday was that my right eye would start telling different stories to the rest of me.