I am starting to lose it.
After going through one course of antibiotic and I thought maybe, maybe, the bronchitis might not rear its’ evil head.
This morning I woke up and it was as if I started at day on. Tomorrow is T-7 and counting down to eye two.This next dose, hopefully, will do the trick.
Kasia will be more than ready for me to be well, almost as much as I am.
I was never so glad to be on a computer.
My Cioci Frannie, who turned 89 this year, used to follow the Philadelphia Eagles after my Uncle had passed away in 1972. I can honestly say that she, out of her three sisters, was the only one I knew who watched football.When I asked her about this year’s Philadelphia Eagles team, she shocked me when she said she really wasn’t into them this year.
So I jumped on the bandwagon this season, and had been watching the games on television. I am convinced my curse of watching a team on television might be rearing its’ ugly head again.I always try to listen to Penn State football games on radio, because it seemed as if when I watched them, they lost. Jim is in front of the television and fortunately, I can only hear the game.
Hope that helps!
The second season of “The Crown” is now on Netflix. What a choice I jumped into.
Being a former American Studies major, of course, history was always my interest, but when I saw the one episode dealt with the Duke of Windsor coming to seek reentry to England and hopefully get a Royal-esque position, I was pleasantly surprised with a refresher course in World War II British history.
He proceeds to travel solo back to the UK, meets with his friends in order to get their support that would bolster him when he goes into Buckingham Palace, and then, in the end, needed the permission of “The Crown”.
The episode went into full depth about the Duke and Duchess of Windsor and their travels to Germany after he gave up his title.The meetings with Hitler and the other Nazi officials and plans that had been drawn up were brought to the forefront and as they end the episode saying ,’ He left with his tail between his legs.”
Worth focusing on with one good eye.
Well, here I am, two days post-op from the cataract surgery which went well, except for one thing.
It got to the point in the operating room where the surgeon said I had to keep my head still for five minutes so he could do what he needed to do. Thanks God I managed to do it.Jim met the surgeon afterward and told him the surgery went perfectly.
So I am fighting bronchitis and taking all my eye drops and have decided to bypass people every day until the next surgery. I went to the 8 am Mass on this past Sunday. When we were there and I said to Jim, this wasn’t necessarily a good call. We saw people hacking and blowing their noses, etc., so I am sure that’s how I picked this up.
Not this time……Bwahahaha…..stay tuned.
Getting my eyeful of life, as it were. You know, smiling with Kasia
When she sneaks on our bed, it’s hard not to smile, especially she looks so comfortable!
I’m making us dinner, being so aware of watching what I am making. It’s all how the eye perceived the pallet.
Grateful for the visions I have been blessed with, and praying for a good outcome for Tuesday.
💚 from Kasia’s Mom<<<<
This morning the spot is a doctor’s office again, albeit it this time for Jim.
What is funny is that they warn you to bring a laptop or tablet because the average wait time is four hours. Why so long you ask? They have equipment for testing and blood work, and by the time you would have too go from place to place, well ,you actually save some time.
Once we are out of here, well, we will see what Jim has to do. Then we’ll get back to my impending surgery.
Ah…..the joys of large middle age!
I really wish I could have posed like Kasia did for this picture..
I got a day off today, only to have to go back to the ophthalmologist to have my eyes measured again for the surgery. I understand the surgeon wanted to double check my numbers, but an hour and a half round trip tires you out.
Then, neighborhood drama was going on and drama,well, I just don’t have the stomach for it anymore, so I just kept shaking my head while trying to be polite.
I can’t wait for everything to be done so I can get back to normal. A busy schedule is just not fun in retirement.