Socks done. Now the hard part, getting them in the mail.Dragon nearly growling off the page!
Not as much done on the writing. Pretty tired from stress, long drives, actual surgery, so I mostly vegged
Scrappy socks for charity.
Reading. I’m having to learn to track, or figure out which glasses help best. And I won’t know for a month. So Audible and Text-to-speech is still my friends. BUT, standing in front of the mirror winking first right eye then left eye, the surprise is that my left eye sees my reflection better than the old favorite my right eye.
My new big E. At first I couldn’t see the numbers with my left eye. Well, before surgery it was a blotch on the wall. It’s about 10 feet from my recliner. My ‘good’ eye, the right still sees it, even the second hand. But gradually poor weak but refurbished left eye sees the numbers now. YAY! This is quite the adventure!
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.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “a phrase you grew up with.” Include in your post a phrase your mom/dad/grandparent/sibling used all the time when you were growing up, or just write whatever inspires you based on that phrase. Enjoy!
Oh. This is a hard one. I’m writing my memoirs/ autobiography. At first I thought the prompt was to write about your mom/dad/grandparent/sibling. That would have been easy. I’ve been writing that stuff for a couple of months.
Ah, but the fine print. “A phrase you grew up with.” A million phrases come to mind. “Jesus Loves You.” “For God so loved the world…” ” You aren’t worth the leather it’d take to blow you to kingdom come.” Is the couch ready with someone taking notes? Yeah, mix messages much?
But as crazy as home life was, the overwhelming spoken and unspoken phrase was love. I think that is how I survived. I was surrounded by relatives full of love. When home life was level it was full of love, too. So at 72, I finally say the phrase is the word Love.
Sock on the right will be finished tomorrow. Hopefully, the left will be done by Monday.
Speaking of Monday, my first cataract surgery is happening at 12:55pm. I’m nervous and excited.
Will I finish this weekend? I hope so.
The writing is doing okay. The memory not so much. I took the readers through all my 11 houses the first couple years of my married life in my twenties. I suddenly remembered a room that my mother-in-law help me rescue but I couldn’t remember which home it was in. Suddenly I realized I had left out the first home we bought. There was the room!
May has gotten off on quite the path! May Day, May the Fourth Be With You, Cinco de Mayo, not a flower or margarita in sight. Tons of winds and a little rain.
Working on my series: Haven.
Doodler (zendoodle.com)
Music major: voice and piano
Mom of four great adults
Reiki II practitioner
I have been on disability/retired for 10 years now from depression, anxiety and fibromyalgia.
Books, games, music, and life — filtered through the mind of a writer, drummer, and philosopher who thinks too deeply about all of it. If it moves something in your chest, I'm interested.
Darswords 
You must be logged in to post a comment.