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I can’t remember when I first felt “not quite right”. My eye felt funny and our carer seemed really concerned. She took me to see a man in a white coat. He put some drops of liquid in my eye and it stung. I didn’t like it and tried to keep my eye shut. After a while the tingling stopped but our carer started to do that to me every day.
I had thought that she liked me but now I wasn’t so sure. I struggled and moved my head to avoid the stinging liquid. So our carer held me more firmly. She was much stronger than me and despite my squirming the liquid did get in there.
Gradually I started to feel better. I didn’t like the liquid but I realised that our carer was trying to help as my eye felt better. I struggled less and I found that the whole thing wasn’t too bad after all. I tried to think about nice things. Grass and cuddles and birds singing and I felt much better.
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Me enjoying a cuddle. [http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jPevP6gWP4A/SjnlSKIWx4I/AAAAAAAAABg/Ugc0JuRLhos/s320/Tom+on+my+lap+(Medium).jpg source]
Forward to [[Tommy's Story Chapter6]]
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