A day of many pleasures (as well as the Pirate Bob eye from hell).

[helenkacan]

Arrgghh.
How could so many wonderful things happen today and most of it gets swept away by pain? Well, how is easy. Because whatever my Pirate Bob eye wants, it gets. Le sigh. So why don't I ask WHY? Perhaps because it would be a useless question.

Okay, on to better things.
***Such as chomping on the last of the celery stalks for lunch. Oh, noes.
***Then, exchanging fondly sniping e-mails back and forth with Brian.
***Then watching more N.C.I.S..
***Then stripping the bed and putting on my blue floral on white (very crisp looking) sheets and rewarding my physical efforts with a really long, hot shower.
***Then eating Brie and a Royal Gala apple.
***Then getting a phone call from John offering to bring me supper tonight, as he was calling from St. Lawrence Market.
***Then trying to continue catching up with the MCCT webcasts. Whee - I'm up to Jan. 3. I was on duty that day (and had to wear my coat and shawl because the furnace had conked out). But, oh, to see my radiant smile as I blessed people during communion had a huge impact on me.
***Then waiting anxiously for the surprise meal to arrive. It was a titch late, as the roast had needed extra time. John delivered a big bowl with an enormous slice of pork roast, with herbed veggies around (carrot, onion, potato, with extra flavour from a tiny bit of the roast jus), also a fan of fresh green beans. I'd put a bottle of white wine in the fridge, so I poured myself a glass and then dug in. OMG, so good. He'd used some kind of juice (could it be apple) I believe as a sweetener over the outer flesh of the roast and it was simply divine. I devoured the whole thing and then, shamelessly or shamefully - not sure which, had to wash off the lower half of my face. Because ... mmmm-mmmm-mmmmmmmmm. Really. The meat was amazingly tender. I sent him a hugely complimentary e-mail.
***Finally, working a bit on my non-lgbtfest McDex that is a companion tagfic to it. But, oh, I have to get out of the habit of stopping writing at crucial junctures and forgetting where I planned to go with the story. ::slaps self on wrist::

And, now, I've taken two antihistamines, after trying to gauge whether they would be better to reduce the pain in the eye. Okay, so I'm guessing. But I guess I'd better get ready for bed. My ride is coming way too early tomorrow morning. Ack! At least it's just a regular Sunday, so I can wear my standard black and red outfit. So I shall bid you all a fond Au revoir until tomorrow.

Comments

[mezzo-cammin.livejournal.com]

What a wonderful day! What is it about fresh, crisp sheets that just makes the world a little better place?

I'm sorry your eye is hurting - is there nothing the doctors can do for it? At all?

Have a joyous day tomorrow! :o)

Sweet dreams!

[helenkacan.livejournal.com]

::giggles::
Ah, I can tell you're new to my corner of LJ. For months, all that happened was that Pirate Bob was hijacking just about every single post.

The short and NOT sweet of it is that I was diagnosed with glaucoma in my blind eye 18 months ago. I was prescribed the ONLY glaucoma eyedrop on the planet.

Guess who developped a huge case of hives that would spring up SECONDS after taking the eyedrops. So the surgeon had no option but to operate. However, because of my previous operations to re-attach my retina (that ultimately failed), she couldn't do a traditional shunt. The only option was to use a very powerful laser to create drainage. But she said there was a risk of having pain in the eye for the rest of my life. I was already in pain, so I took that risk. And lost. So, basically, every single (fucking) day, there's pain in the eye or - even better - spreading to aggravate other pain receptors/nerve endings nearby.

Wah. I need Rodney's genius to figure out some Pegasus-style voodoo to take my stupid pain away.

[mezzo-cammin.livejournal.com]

I'm probably way out of line here, and if so, please, please forgive me! But - you have no vision in the eye? At all? And yet it gives you constant pain? Can they not remove it? Or is that something you can't stand the thought of?

My father had glaucoma in both eyes, and the doctors scared him into having the surgery for it, swearing he would be blind in both eyes in a matter of years. He was a man who read several books a week, watched television and read the newspaper and was very 'involved' in life and living. After the operations, he lost the vision in one eye completely and the other one never was good enough to read with. When he was diagnosed with cancer a few months later, I think that not having his vision was one of the reasons he gave up so quickly. My mom has only had one good eye her whole life (whooping cough), but her vision is perfect in that one eye and she is 78, going on 79.

I feel for you, I really do! {{{hugs}}}

[helenkacan.livejournal.com]

Ick. Ick. Ick.
MAJOR, SUPER ICK!!!!!
For that you get my pissed-off Rodney icon.

There's no way I could handle having my eye removed psychologically, emotionally, sexually (as a woman) ... whatever. It's just beyond my comprehension. It's bad enough that the pupil is permanently dilated as it is, making me feel freakish.

So, here's another quickie summary.
My retina detached at the beginning of January 2008. I saw a specialist at the end of the month who referred me to a surgeon whom I saw a couple days later. The surgeon confirmed the retina was detached (hey, I confirmed that for myself via the web); but he also said that the right eye was on the verge of detaching and, if it was his eye, he would not let another sundown go by without doing something about it. Well, I was terrified about the fact that he wanted to laser it. I used to be very squeamish about eyes. Ha! How things change after three operations. So he lasered it that afternoon to glue all of the potentially weak spots that could cause a detachment.

And, then, he offered to reattach the retina of the left eye. I took about a week to think about it (and get persuaded). So, I had the first operation in Feb, 2008. I was awake for most of it. Imagine being able to feel the sutures being pulled through ... parts of your eye. When the bandage came off, I could see a wee bit, especially shiny things (brass doorknobs, waxed floors, chrome). And then the vision went away because of excess scarring. So he offered to operate again, this time throwing in a cataract removal and refractive lens exchange. That operation was in April and was much easier and shorter than the first one. I was fascinated because I could actually sorta, kinda see him and his assistant working on my eye and talking away. After that, I got some vision back, though it appeared to be off by about 20 degrees. The only way I could see straight was to angle my head INTO the lean (because, of course, the brain inverts everything, including the angle). And, then, I lost even that. A year ago, I could "count fingers" (yes, that's an official ophthalmological term, lol). Now I'm lucky if I can even see movement coming towards my face. I can sorta discern brightness, but have no clue of what I'm seeing unless my right eye checks it out. So, yeah, functionally blind in my left eye.

My GP referred me to an ophthalmologist who not only got me my referral to the CNIB (Canadian National Institute for the Blind), but then also diagnosed me with glaucoma, hence getting yet another eye surgeon at my fave hospital. ::giggles:: By the time I had my glaucoma operation in 2009, I was such an old hand at checking myself into the hospital and knowing the entire routine. So, isn't that enough? Why, no. Because then I developped glaucoma in my only seeing eye. As I have limited vision in it to begin with and it, too, is deteriorating (I can't see my face clearly in my medicine cabinet mirror), there is No. Way. In. Hell I was going to let anybody touch it to remove cataracts or anything. So I take one eyedrop in the left and a different eyedrop in the right, twice a day. And artificial tears in the left, when the pain and swelling get to be too bad.

Okay, I'm tired now of talking about my super stupid though semi-bionic eye. Except that it (combined with my mobility problems) makes life especially tentative for me. So it's no wonder why I hate going somewhere I haven't been before and finding doors, elevators, etc., etc. And Brian and John just don't get it. There are times I'd like to put blinders on them (well, one; and cover the second lens with a thick layer of vaseline so they couldn't see clearly) and send them out to navigate.

[mezzo-cammin.livejournal.com]

I am so, so sorry for squicking you. Really, truly sorry!

I just - I'm not sure I could live with that much pain, myself.

How you manage to do it, and yet remain gracious and bubbly and sparkling is an inspiration. ♥

{{{hugs}}}

[helenkacan.livejournal.com]

Oh, it's okay. I'm not taking it personally (and you're not the first person to have suggested it: you don't want to know what kind of a rant I went off on them, lol).

As for the pain, I have so much in other places that the eye pain is ... just another source. I know realistically that it wears me down (in combination with the other stuff) but my body doesn't diagnose it as anything special.

But, awwwwww, you're so sweet to say such mood-lifting things. Oh, trust me when I say I'm no saint. I argue with Brian and John when they're being ... uh ... blind. But, then, I have my lovely flist on LJ and my weekly uplifting church experience.

And I have wonderful conversations with my pigs. Out. Loud. I should record them and turn them into an MP3. And then inflict share them with my flist. Little Bear Pig and Giggly Ballerina Pigly and the rest are all whispering excitedly, because they want to be famous, too. After all, if Mum and Uncle Brian can have a show, then why can't they?

See what I mean? I can't stay totally depressed when I'm surrounded by such delusional antics. I can haz an amazing imagination. Yay!

Lots of appreciative {{{{{hugs}}}}} back!!!!!