The day I put my brother in hospital

No, I am not a violent person. Last night we were merely play-fighting, wrestling with oven mitts on our hands. It was fun; nobody got hurt.

Then about two hours later, my 12 year old brother came into the kitchen complaining of a sore eye. We knew instantly that something wasn't right; in fact the eye was swelling up in front of us. It looked like the worst pictures in my nursing textbooks.

Mum took him into hospital, and I prayed. I felt really bad once I realised it might have been caused by our playfighting.

As it turns out, it was an allergic reaction. I've had reactions in my eyes to vegetable oil before; although not as bad as his. I conclude that fat in the oven mitts got into his eye, and when he rubbed it, it blew up into a swollen mess.

He's fine now, since the doctor gave him eyedrops and tablets. Besides, it had mostly gone down by the time they got seen in Accident and Emergency.

Needless to say, I hope never to put my brother in hospital again!