I have been fascinated by the migration of my black eye (formally known as a periorbital hematoma) from my eyebrow to my cheek. I have also watched as it has changed colour several times. Here, for the record, are moments during that process over six days.
I used ice on it periodically for the first day or two but did nothing to it after that. And, no, I didn’t try to put raw meat on it! It really didn’t hurt very much but it did look quite bad for a while. I expect that all the discolouration will be gone within another few days or a week.
The most changes took place on the second day when it spread down to my cheek and was a pretty turquoise. Day four was when it was at its darkest. Now the yellow is taking over and it is spreading to the side of my face. These pictures were not taken with the same lighting each time, but I think you can see the progression fairly well.
Interestingly, when people see a seventy-year-old woman with a black eye it seems to make them smile, and I’m glad to be able to bring a little joy. The reaction seems to be for people to smile then immediately ask how I’m feeling. My daughter-in-law also suggested that no-one is going to mess with me now that I look like a tough guy!
The only person who has seen it who didn’t smile was a tradesman who came to the house and he didn’t mention it at all. In fact, I don’t think he more than glanced at my bruise. I give him five stars for diplomacy and would certainly hire him again.
I hope none of you ever gets a black eye, but if you do, this is more-or-less what you can expect.