I used the weather as an excuse to skip my walk this morning. It rained all night–hard. I know this because I woke up several times. That’s another excuse for not walking. Too little sleep.
I dreamed between spurts of wakefulness. I can recall this morning what I think was a brief encounter with my ex. Simpler times. We were together, doing mundane tasks, together. Talking. Smiling. There was no anger, no angst. I would like to think my level of acceptance has risen to higher ground. I’m at peace.
I must say, though, that I am not quite so peaceful about my eye. Excited but not quite settled. I still wear a guard over my eye at night. That’s probably one reason for the wakefulness. I’m still putting drops in my eye three times a day. That’s down from four times. And it’s one medication instead of the three this time last week.
The most important aspect of this scenario–my vision–is a work in progress. The cataract surgery has achieved the desired goal. Increased clarity of color became evident after a few days. It’s a miracle!
The cornea transplant benefits are more gradual. I have a very skilled doctor, and the surgery went well. He tells me that I will notice maximum visual benefits at about two months, or possibly three. I smile as I write this because I’m imagining how I would have been climbing the walls if I’d had this surgery in my middle age. I have much more patience now. I see differences almost daily and am confident I will reach the desired peak in a timely fashion. And in the end the result should be a major improvement.
I’m happy that I’ve been able to take care of myself the entire time except for needing a driver the first few days. I have discovered anew how generous and kind family and friends are. They have brought me food and sent cards. Some have texted or emailed. Some have called. Four different people took me for birthday lunches, to all my favorite places. I am a lucky woman.
Moving along to the funnies part of this post. I love jamiedouglasillustration.com. Many months ago I was searching the net for a bluebird of happiness. I came upon the illustration below. It’s aptly named The Disillusioned Bluebird of Happiness. At the time, I contacted Jamie and asked if I could include it in one of my posts. He said I could as long as I gave him credit. In the meantime I lost my train of thought as to the bluebird and went on to other posts. But I saved this picture and I look at it from time to time because it always makes me giggle. Thank you, Jamie, for entertaining me. Your illustrations remind me to hone my sense of humor and not to take life too seriously. Other readers, check out Jamie’s blog. You’ll be glad you did.
One last thing to my favorite bloggers. For some reason many of your email blog reminders have been sent to my Spam folder. I don’t know why but am correcting those errors. Apparently it’s been going on for a while–maybe since I got my new computer. Aaaaargh!!