Author: Dackel Princess

I went to Boston on Wednesday to see my eye surgeon. Can I just say, here and now, I really love her. She is just the sweetest woman! Anyway, I was examined and they found that my vision was correctable to 20/15!!! However, the glitch here is this, the stitches must stay in.

I have always had astigmatism in my eyes. With the stitches in, the astigmatism is gone. So, since I do not feel these stitches, nor do they bother me in any way, I feel, and so does my doctor, that it’s best to leave well enough alone. There are some patients who do not adapt to the stitches and need them removed, but heck, after what I went though before the surgery, I can safely say that this is easy.

So what’s a little fishing line in ones eye, anyway???

I had asked her to examine my right eye because we knew that this eye has a cataract and it needs to be removed. Today she evaluated my right eye and decided she will use the same lens in that eye and after that surgery, my vision will be really good and also balanced. Just think. I will be able to lie in bed and watch the TV with no glasses! Or go to the beach and not worry about losing my glasses or have to wear them into the water because I would be lost without them! All of those times when people wear their glasses because they can’t see past the end of their nose, will be gone! I will have to wear glasses for driving, and to read. But most of my glasses wearing will be cut down.

I have worn glasses or contact lenses since I was 13 years old. I put them on before I get out of bed in the morning, so I can find my way to the bathroom. Before meeting this doctor I thought my vision would never be returned. So to have this opportunity is beyond my wildest dreams!

She will be leaving the stitches in my right eye too. She asked if that bothered me? Nope! The way I look at it, we are all held together with a little string by the time we grow old, aren’t we?

And perhaps some of us, more than others!

I am seldom at a loss for words, but last night I succumbed to exhaustion and found myself totally wordless. I sat here in my chair with little Greta by my side and felt the warm creeping sleep monster moving over me.

You know what it’s like, that sort of spacey feeling where you try desperately to stay awake and concentrate on what the TV is doing, but slowly you feel yourself slipping, slipping, into the deep dark abyss called sleep?

I was watching NCIS and today, I can’t even tell you what the show was about. Not because it wasn’t good, but because I was so tired.

You see yesterday I had errands to run. It was the first time I had been out for any length of time since the knee injury. I went to the Post Office to mail the AKC Registration papers by certified mail. Do you know how much work it is to walk from the parking area to the Post Office when you are walking with a cane? Naturally the Post Office was packed and it took me forever to get to the window.

Next I went to the Pharmacy. Almost everyone knows that when you need to get a prescription quickly, this never occurs, however, yesterday, since I had all kinds of time to kill, everything went smoothly and I was in and out in under 20 minutes.

Since it was too soon for my hair dressers appointment, I stopped at the grocery store to get a few things to make pancakes for Shrove Tuesday. I know Hubby hates to eat breakfast for dinner, so I thought if I made my family’s famous Strawberry Pancakes with sausage, then perhaps he wouldn’t mind.

Hobble, hobble, hobble.

Then it was on to my hair stylist’s, where she once again performed her magic! For two hours I was able to sit and get pampered. That was so nice.

By the time I got home, it was nearly 4 o’clock. I sat down for a moment and sipped some water and then it was time to start dinner. I made very thin, almost crepe thickness pancakes and placed a teaspoon of cottage cheese on one end and then rolled them up, placed them in the warming oven and then while they warmed and melted the cottage cheese, I made the sausage. When that was done I placed these on a plate, spooned sliced strawberries over the top and hollered to Hubby that dinner was ready.

Breakfast for dinner? Well, he thought it was weird, but he ate it anyway.

Once the dishes were done, I finally sat down and that’s when it hit. By nine I gave up the battle and finally went to bed. I slept like a dead man all night long, never hearing the puppies, or the TV or Hubby come to bed.

This morning I am finally feeling less tired, but here we are. Another full day. Fritz is at the Vets getting his teeth cleaned, and I have a mammogram scheduled for 2 PM (Oh Joy! Bah!). The puppies destroyed their puppy room in the night and I literally needed to take them out and wash everything down with detergent when I woke up! Usually it isn’t quite this bad, but for some reason they outdid themselves overnight.