I have a few hours respite before I have to ointment up my eye to make sure no infection gets in it.
I took the patch off a little while ago, as it’s getting close to the time it was due to come off, but the humidity was making things just a little too much. It was really a culture shock, of sorts, to have the eye open up again. It was as if my left eye got a little stronger because it had to operate solo.Now the two are working together again, although I have to admit it still feels a little weird.
The next twist will be how this antibiotic ointment will be with my vision. They claim that the ointment will hinder the field of vision: I figure even if it does, I’ll still have one good eye going, so I should be ok.
Jeez, I’ll tell you one thing. I’ll be glad when this is all over.Jim has been a sweetie helping me out, and even the fur girls have been kind of good for me.
I just want it to be done.It makes you appreciate good health.
You never know what you have lost until you no longer have it.
Fortunately, I hope to have the vision back in my right eye eventually, but this eye being patched up while it is healing has been, pardon the expression, eye-opening. My friends who see me, well, people look at your good eye, but you can tell that the fact that I have one side of my face patched up, well, it’s uncomfortable for people to deal with.It is funny, because Jim and I were in church last week, and when we were at Mass, we saw an older guy who may or may not have lost an ear. Where his ear would be, it was covered with the same fleet colored tape as my eye is. Funny how that became part of my life a week later.
Going through the day has been a challenge. My depth perception is off, I walk as if I am drunk a little,Trying to cut food on a plate is weird.Things are definitely a little off in my world, right now.Trying to shower without getting the face wet is a trip too.
The grand unveiling of the eye is tomorrow night: we’ll see how it goes.