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CreepingThyme of Simmer
Aug. 22nd, 2018 09:35 pmWe had one day of very nice weather. It cooled off, and the humidity left, so it was sparkly and pleasant, with a nice breeze. Alas, I wasn't able to make much use of it, because I had the second day in a row of sleeping 4-5 hours and then waking up. I had to get up and stay up until it got light. Then I went back to bed and slept for a couple more hours. So my day was pretty much shredded by excess napping. The rest was sorely needed, though, so I guess it was worth it. It was pleasant to nap with the window open and feel the breeze coming and going as I snoozed.
It was good I had the rest, because the remainder of the day has been stressful. The Sparrowhawk has had some problems with blurred vision. At first, the eye doctor thought he might need a cataract removed, but on examination they decided he first needed a debridement and keratectomy. There are abnormal epithelial cells on the basement membrane of his cornea that needed to be removed before they could make accurate measurements for cataract surgery. Today was the day for the procedure. Queenie and the Fireman, who are Buddhists, chanted for us the whole time from Florida, texting me occasionally to see how it was going. I really appreciated their support.
After the procedure, I drove him home by way of the pharmacy. Traffic was bad, and it took forever to get to the pharmacy, and then I had to wait another twenty minutes while they tried to fill the prescription. In the end, they gave him the pain meds, but not the eyedrops he needs, because they didn't have any and can't get them till tomorrow. They were kind enough to call around and try to find a pharmacy that did have them, but there was none nearby, and the Sparrowhawk said if he could get them by tomorrow, it would be okay. While I was waiting, my mother called, which was fortuitous, since I had nothing else to do, and that meant I didn't have to deal with her after I got home. The Duchess had taken her to the wound clinic. She was fine, but cranky.
Once I got home, I quickly fed the Sparrowhawk so he could take his tylenol with codeine. It doesn't seem to be helping much, though. After the numbing from the clinic wore off, he was pretty miserable. He's wrapped up in a blanket and a fleece, snoozing on and off and clutching the side of his head, because he can't rub his eye. He's in a lot of pain, and there's nothing I can do for him. It's not really a big deal, but I just don't want to see anything else that's bad happen to him. I would like to say I'm about at my limit for taking people to clinics and watching them suffer, but I can't say that because I know that stuff will just happen, and I will have to do what needs to be done. I have no control over this.
It was good I had the rest, because the remainder of the day has been stressful. The Sparrowhawk has had some problems with blurred vision. At first, the eye doctor thought he might need a cataract removed, but on examination they decided he first needed a debridement and keratectomy. There are abnormal epithelial cells on the basement membrane of his cornea that needed to be removed before they could make accurate measurements for cataract surgery. Today was the day for the procedure. Queenie and the Fireman, who are Buddhists, chanted for us the whole time from Florida, texting me occasionally to see how it was going. I really appreciated their support.
After the procedure, I drove him home by way of the pharmacy. Traffic was bad, and it took forever to get to the pharmacy, and then I had to wait another twenty minutes while they tried to fill the prescription. In the end, they gave him the pain meds, but not the eyedrops he needs, because they didn't have any and can't get them till tomorrow. They were kind enough to call around and try to find a pharmacy that did have them, but there was none nearby, and the Sparrowhawk said if he could get them by tomorrow, it would be okay. While I was waiting, my mother called, which was fortuitous, since I had nothing else to do, and that meant I didn't have to deal with her after I got home. The Duchess had taken her to the wound clinic. She was fine, but cranky.
Once I got home, I quickly fed the Sparrowhawk so he could take his tylenol with codeine. It doesn't seem to be helping much, though. After the numbing from the clinic wore off, he was pretty miserable. He's wrapped up in a blanket and a fleece, snoozing on and off and clutching the side of his head, because he can't rub his eye. He's in a lot of pain, and there's nothing I can do for him. It's not really a big deal, but I just don't want to see anything else that's bad happen to him. I would like to say I'm about at my limit for taking people to clinics and watching them suffer, but I can't say that because I know that stuff will just happen, and I will have to do what needs to be done. I have no control over this.
