Closer to normal

Slowly things are getting back to normal. But, that doesn't mean that everything is all hunky-dory quite yet! It's going to take a very long time for my eye to adapt and adjust to the indignities which were either created for it, or created by it; who knows?

I just know I'm damn glad to be done with that surgeon. He's the same guy I had two years ago when my first eye was done, but what I've found out as result of this go round is that although he is a very adept, capable surgeon, he's complacent in his job and has no ability to deal with anything that is out of the ordinary. It took three doctor visits before he referred me to the University to see a specialist. He wouldn't take my comments seriously, instead brushing them off by saying that "every eye is different". His indifference almost cost me my sight. I was temporarily blinded for five days in that eye. As it is my dominant eye, it was quite frightening to think that my whole life might change in an instant. It was difficult to fathom the idea of never driving my Jeep again, nor reading quickly and well.

Thankfully, the specialist saved my sight. It undoubtedly has saved the surgeon from a lawsuit as well.

I was able to finally order new glasses today. These are for reading and close work. I don't need glasses to drive but I do need them to work. My confidence level is almost as low right now as it was when I was a brand new phlebotomist. Not a good thing when I'm supposed to take boards this summer, and begin teaching in the fall. It'll come back, though.

It's funny, though, how a medical upheaval of any sort changes your perspective on things. For me, it became a big motivator to begin going through twenty years worth of paper trails I've developed. A lot of my writing is private, done for myself, and I didn't want to have the children or my spouse have to read everything to me so I could decide whether it was valuable enough to keep. And, you know, most things have been, much as I hate to say it, worthless. And, those things are shredded and gone to that great recycler in the next dimension, ready to be pulped and fictioned once again. ;)

Another interesting thing was some of the changes that occurred around the house. We purchased a huge gas grill; I hated it when the family came over and there was not enough grill space to put all the meat on for everyone at the same time. No more! This grill even has a side burner and a griddle. Weather has only permitted one Sunday morning breakfast on the deck so far, though!

Putting the grill together was a patience tryer. My spouse has dyslexia, so my role for many a year is to read and interpret the directions to anything which must be assembled. I usually did those things myself, because I'm very good at that kind of stuff. But, all I could do was stand by helplessly, trying to read the directions and help. We've both lived through the experience - so far! We yelled a lot! But, he found out he *could* manage to get through the instructions. He just needs to change his method. He found out you can't necessarily just slap things together and expect them to work the way it seems they should. It was a wonderful learning experience.

I don't want to bore everyone with my medical exploits, so I'll leave blogdom for now; it's still bothersome to be in front of the monitor for long stretches of time, but I'm going to try to get back in the swing of things! I've missed everyone! Catch y'all later!