To See or Not To See

My dog Biscuit went completely blind for two days.  I’m having severe eye trouble.  Only Barb can see well.  Thank goodness for that. 

I recently had cataract surgery on my left eye.  I had put it off for years, and now felt I could go ahead.  Besides, the new lenses will correct my severe astigmatism.  However, life has been a living hell since the operation. 

In the midst of eye patches, fifteen drops a day, my regular duties as caregiver, household pharmacist, grocery shopper and chef, Biscuit developed a bladder stone and required surgery.  Then my left eye developed acute herpetic keratitis which is being treated with zirgan.  This left eye feels like it has a small stone in it which won’t go away.

Meanwhile, I gave Biscuit an overdose of one of his medicines.  He went completely blind, requiring two days of emergency treatment to get it out of his system.  His eyesight has recovered and he has returned to being extra pampered.  He has been quite the trooper through all of his trauma.  Out-of-pocket costs so far exceed $4K.

I’m wearing these ½” thick magnifying glasses just to be able to see this document.  These are the same glasses I wore before the cataract surgery.  I feel like I’m playing monopoly and keep landing on all the wrong spots.  Still ahead of me lie all the follow-up visits and additional instructions which will come with them.  I grow weary.

I seem to have patience for work, but not for long talks with Barb.  I’ve revived the languishing orange tree beside the house, thanks to some excellent online instructions.  A couple of times a week, I construct a new “lily pad pool warmer” out of hula hoops, polyethylene and plumber’s goop.  I’m surprised at how soothing it is to watch them navigate the flows of the pool pump.  I owe my sanity to these litlle guys.

I try to pick up at least one half-gallon ice cream when we grocery shop.  I prefer getting two of them to avoid that late night requirement to eat yogurt because it’s the only thing left.  Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine a long soothing drag on a cigarette.  Do they really cause cancer?  Does it really matter what they do at 70 years of age?  I’d go back to those little cigarillos, but soon I’d be buying them by the case.  I simply love the taste of tobacco.  Nah, I have enough on my plate to add one more thing. 

My Barb is holding her own since she added curcumin to her cocktail of pills.  I see improvement in specific areas and keep a daily journal to help in my reports to Dr. Grant.  I’m astonished at the progress she is making.  She may never fully recover from AD, but she has returned to being a life-companion in so many ways.  Almost daily, I tell her The Story of her turnaround and her progress back to normalcy since the cleansing process in her brain rebooted.  She listens with rapture at each telling.  I will put The Story together in a blog as soon as I can see again.  –lg

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