Hubby here, with apologies from Amy.
Nothing in this household is so traumatic as eye trauma (Amy hates eye trauma, no matter how minor, and has thereby karmically brought it upon herself).
Not content to rest at pink eye (I hate pink eye) she's gone on to full-fledged, hollywoods-night-of-the-living-dead, evil-gypsy red-eye.
You can call it corneal erosion (which sounds way worse), but I won't. We don't talk of eye trauma in this house.
The lights are low, and things are quiet... for now at least.
Amy wishes you a good night, She's off to bed, accompanied by my dramatic reading of whatever her current bookclub selection is.... That'll get her mind off the pain.