Here’s looking at me. I saw my image in the mirror with my left eye. This used to be a blur!
We got up at 3:30 and 4:30 respectively. Chris can do an early rising. Not me. I’ve been a mess all day. But a happy one.
My appointment was at 7:30. We got there early and we’re home by 10:30. I’ve had two naps and counting.
But the day after recheck proved the surgery successful. I thought I was still seeing nothing but blur. And I expected nothing more or less. The doctor had warned me that mine was the worst cataract she’d ever seen. So she expects a slow recovery.
The assistant put up the eye chart. Last time I saw one with the left eye, even the largest E was a black blur on white. I could only see blotches of colors. Pretty but not meaningful.
Today I read the big E. Then she put up smaller font. I could read the top row. Then she handed me a holey thing to look through and by moving my eye around I found holes that helped me read the rest of the rows. That was exciting!!!!!
So my day, when awake, has been me winking to see what I can see now. Some words on the television, hands on the clock. The numbers are getting clearer as the day wears on.
What a great adventure for this tired lady! It’s like a slow Christmas!
I have another recheck a week from Thursday. Then the right eye gets done on the 24th.
So many 5 hour drives and not a beach in sight. But the view was beautiful for December, not mid-May.
Lots of black ice.
Our driver was careful. The trip was tiring but not as painful as it used to be.
I played yarn chicken with the leftover wool. I decided I might be able to make a child’s hat.
Still have the tiniest bit left.
After a very busy day in Bend. Dilated eyes made shopping out of the question. I couldn’t even help in the bread store.
At the eye surgeon’s I learned my eyes had gotten so bad that she was nervous about all the things that could go wrong. Still, it’s safer getting the surgery, than letting it go. The scary things that could go wrong are like the warning signs at a roller coaster ride. You know the ones, do not ride if pregnant, have heart or back issues, etc. But I loved the coasters. I live seeing, reading so maybe it’s the same. Apparently, I won’t end up with 20/20. But it will be at correctable levels with glasses. My good eye will be able to drive without glasses. Even the bad will be corrected to arms length, like computer and piano music. Reading books will take readers. No prob. I can handle that.
I learned that for my first surgery she’s put me at the end so if it goes over time it won’t get in the way of other surgeries. BUT by being end of day the recheck can’t happen until the next morning. That means we find the pot of gold to stay at a motel over night or after the 4 hours round trip the day of the surgery getting up at 3:30AM to get to the recheck at 5:30AM and 5hen back home yikes!
Tomorrow my assessment for cataract surgery in Bend. Posting here will rely on how much vision I have after getting my eyes dilated. Needless to say, I’m nervous and excited.
A hat nearing the decrease of crown.Another couple of inches of dragon. Loving it! I’m not sure but I think I’ve added another hour of sleep as it is so meditative to work on.
The biggie is my CampNano. I am still in the years of vague memories. Though today I’ll move into my seventh year. Word count is 5,407. As soon as I post the blog I’ll get busy writing more. It is different writing memories as opposed to imagination.
So walking was walking at home. The wind was so bad there is no way it can be healthy to breathe a sky that looks like this.
It is only a mile to the main highway. You can’t see it. So…
And a quick word count for my CampNano memoir. 4,465. I still need another 800 before bed. So far, it’s fun. But the project and I are still young. LOL! And back to it!
We are still walking. It’s become a part of our daily story. Above is one of the scenes we see. We went this way today.
Thursday’s walk
We went straight until we heard the prompt say it was a mile. Then turned around.
Oops screenshot captured the chat! But hey! Awards are fun!
Today’s walk. Way shorter but longer somehow.
So coming around back towards our street a neighbor came out to talk to us. She was concerned about a dog in a house closer to us. It seemed tangle in chains. They had tried to give the dog water as the chain was keeping the dog standing and unable to reach food or water.
The dog owner had been suffering from a stroke so none of us knew where he was.
We reported it to the sheriff looking for a welfare-check for the dog’s owner. My brother and husband untangled the chain and brought the dog here to chain in our front yard.
We learned his name is Bear. He is sweet. Even Kali likes him. We still don’t know where his owner is, or even that he is okay. Wish we could afford to have a big brute like Bear but we’re barely able to care for what we have.
Anyway, that walk was short for milage but long on story.
I’ve set up my yWriter7 for my memoirs. CampNano started today. I think my goal is a little too high, 50k. My imagination is good for that. But real life? I can already see it will be a bit of a psychological trip but to get to nuggets to share I need to walk in the mully grubs.
Another walk! Same trail. Kali wanted to come. She starts with wanting to run. I try to do my best. But quickly she’s tired and I feel cruel as I have no choice but to kind of drag her along. She won’t let me carry her. It’s already equally far to continue the route to turning around. She’s okay now. Chris and I did just fine. Everything is slower with Kali. It’s like taking a toddler for a walk. A block is miles!
Obviously when I screenshot, I didn’t realize I was chatting with my son’s Significant Other.❤️
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Music major: voice and piano
Mom of four great adults
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I have been on disability/retired for 10 years now from depression, anxiety and fibromyalgia.
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