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AirBright of Bluster
Mar. 19th, 2022 09:50 pmI had so much fun yesterday, but today was mildly frustrating. My eyes persistently feel the way they used to when I tried to wear contacts--scratchy and irritated. Our friend the internet informed me of what my doctor did not. Yes, once again. Sigh. Cataract surgery, while not as traumatic to the eyeball as Lasik-type surgeries, does cause a certain amount of trauma that can result in dry eye syndrome. The film of fluid that covers your eyeball gets a wee bit disrupted, thus causing irritation. It peaks a week or so after surgery--surprise!! Much to my relief, it usually goes away in a few weeks, or months--but hopefully not that long. In the meantime, artificial tears can help. Good to know. Would have been even better had my doctor apprised me of this and encouraged me to provide myself with remedial substances ahead of time but oh well. He's a busy man. Anyway, the Sparrowhawk got me some tears while mailing Muffinhead's birthday card, and they do help some. Also: reading and looking at a screen, both things I do a LOT, are the most irritating, because you don't blink as much.
I encountered some amusing websites along the way. One of them was rather stern and bossy, and exhorted post-op patients to avoid, among other things, getting grit in their eyes! For at least a week! I would have considered that self-evidently a thing that you don't EVER want to do, but I guess they thought people needed a warning, or they might just go ahead and indulge in this irresistible pastime.
I cleaned a sink and a toilet, fixed up Muffinhead's birthday card--he's 20 in 2022! TWENTY! How'd that happen??--and wrote a few hundred more words. I prepared another dish of horiatiki and took it to an activity in the church basement. There I met an old(er) lady named Esmerelda and her pretty daughter Celeste. (Not their real names, but believe me, their real names were just as fancy.) Esmerelda immediately became my friend and in five minutes, I swear, she was telling me how she wants to be buried in her wedding dress. I moved away from her table to make room for her grandchildren, and she said "We'll talk later!" So I looked over there later, and she looked like she wasn't having much fun, so I moved back over there and we had an animated conversation. When I was getting up to leave, she said "Wait! I am going to give you a hug. If I can get out of this chair." Which she could, and did. Oh my heavens. I am an old lady magnet. I don't know how I do it. I've heard the stories of some remarkable lives.
I encountered some amusing websites along the way. One of them was rather stern and bossy, and exhorted post-op patients to avoid, among other things, getting grit in their eyes! For at least a week! I would have considered that self-evidently a thing that you don't EVER want to do, but I guess they thought people needed a warning, or they might just go ahead and indulge in this irresistible pastime.
I cleaned a sink and a toilet, fixed up Muffinhead's birthday card--he's 20 in 2022! TWENTY! How'd that happen??--and wrote a few hundred more words. I prepared another dish of horiatiki and took it to an activity in the church basement. There I met an old(er) lady named Esmerelda and her pretty daughter Celeste. (Not their real names, but believe me, their real names were just as fancy.) Esmerelda immediately became my friend and in five minutes, I swear, she was telling me how she wants to be buried in her wedding dress. I moved away from her table to make room for her grandchildren, and she said "We'll talk later!" So I looked over there later, and she looked like she wasn't having much fun, so I moved back over there and we had an animated conversation. When I was getting up to leave, she said "Wait! I am going to give you a hug. If I can get out of this chair." Which she could, and did. Oh my heavens. I am an old lady magnet. I don't know how I do it. I've heard the stories of some remarkable lives.
