  It has probably never happened to you but I get so tired of just having one eyeball now. Every time I look in a mirror and before I go to sleep often I can't help but think about how I will never have the right number of eyeballs in my face again, and that it is so sad to think about.
When people have a broken leg they can think of course: my leg will soon heal up and I will be better and will have some fun. But when I lost my eyeball I lost it forever no matter how much I want it back, because of my drinking et cetera, and it hurts to know that. Even if one day I have such a perfect liar eye that no one ever says that I am a wierdo, and even if my eyebrow grows back correctly, and even if I am happy again through something like winning something or other luck, I'll never ever have an eyeball in addition to the one I currently have.
And I asked about transplants so don't say it. There's a piece of what is me missing, you know? I used to be so happy I can remember it easy, and now it's like all that happiness that I thought was in me was in my eyeball and it slurped out into the slurpee cup. Or maybe all the happiness in me was like: I need a pair of eyeballs to work and not just one eyeball.
And did you ever think how hard it would be to clean up for example an apartment if you only had a single eyeball. I bet it would be hard because you can't see as well, and you could easily stubb your fingers on floor when you were picking something up or cut yourself on broken glass. And so that's what I've been thinking about lately, readers of this site, which is tough. 
