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helenkacan Mar. 12th, 2008 11:45 pm)
helenkacan Mar. 12th, 2008 11:45 pm)This is a rare posting from your old mate, Pirate Bob.
Pirate Bob went to the hospital and got some bad news today.
Oh, joy. Not.
Two weeks ago I could see the brass doorknob of the bathroom door (well, it was the easiest thing to focus on). Today I can not see anything other than blurry blobs. He told me that it appears that there has been bleeding in the eye that has pooled in the front causing the obstruction (it could be from the stitches pulling, as that does happen during the healing process).
So, I have to go back on Friday. If I still have not regained my (extremely limited) vision by then, he'll have to make a decision by Monday to operate again. SCREAMING FITS, PEOPLE! Oops, sorry for shattering some eardrums, but I'm fed up. And I don't need the terror, apprehension, pain and all those other wonderful feelings pre and post-op.
So I protest. Big time.
In other news, M found out that my doctor is one of the most acknowledged and caring specialists in the country. Um, okay ... but that still doesn't make me a happy camper, er, hospital patient.
When I came home, there was an encouraging e-mail from G (whose spidey senses must have been working overtime); also e-mails from an old friend who sent me piccies of his house (in the fall) and of me and Brian from my old club's Christmas party. So those were very nice to see. I returned the favour by sending piccies of my Christmas decorated fireplace and my favourite tree next to the lake.
And I finally watched The Last Man and cried and cried and cried. [Actually that was very good for my eye, because it washed it out!] Thanks, Rodney!
Anyway, I have to go now and force myself to eat something. I think it will be beef barley soup. Comfort food. I really wish I had nicer stuff to talk about, but ... but ... le sigh.
Disheartened hugs,
H.
Pirate Bob went to the hospital and got some bad news today.
Oh, joy. Not.
Two weeks ago I could see the brass doorknob of the bathroom door (well, it was the easiest thing to focus on). Today I can not see anything other than blurry blobs. He told me that it appears that there has been bleeding in the eye that has pooled in the front causing the obstruction (it could be from the stitches pulling, as that does happen during the healing process).
So, I have to go back on Friday. If I still have not regained my (extremely limited) vision by then, he'll have to make a decision by Monday to operate again. SCREAMING FITS, PEOPLE! Oops, sorry for shattering some eardrums, but I'm fed up. And I don't need the terror, apprehension, pain and all those other wonderful feelings pre and post-op.
So I protest. Big time.
In other news, M found out that my doctor is one of the most acknowledged and caring specialists in the country. Um, okay ... but that still doesn't make me a happy camper, er, hospital patient.
When I came home, there was an encouraging e-mail from G (whose spidey senses must have been working overtime); also e-mails from an old friend who sent me piccies of his house (in the fall) and of me and Brian from my old club's Christmas party. So those were very nice to see. I returned the favour by sending piccies of my Christmas decorated fireplace and my favourite tree next to the lake.
And I finally watched The Last Man and cried and cried and cried. [Actually that was very good for my eye, because it washed it out!] Thanks, Rodney!
Anyway, I have to go now and force myself to eat something. I think it will be beef barley soup. Comfort food. I really wish I had nicer stuff to talk about, but ... but ... le sigh.
Disheartened hugs,
H.
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You don't have to entertain us, you know. I love your fun posts, but I'm also here for your sad hopeless scared posts. And I'd fix you soup if I were closer. Big hugs, yr Cronopio
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Um, what kind of soup would you feed me, Ms. Pat? Of course, I'm very easy to please when it comes to soup. Because, yum ... SOUP.
Hey, Riley!
What kind of soup does Bosslady like to cook?
Feeling-better-because-you-made-me-smile hugs,
H.
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I guess I'll have to look up who St. Lucy was (though my aunt's name as a nun was Sister Lucy, S.R. - but that was waaaay before the internet).
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Just remember to clap your hands and wish reeeeeeal hard.
Oops! Wrong story.
Sleepy hugs back,
H.
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:Hugs:
Am glad M is a bit better, though. Will she be able to go with you this time?
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Yes, definitely fed up, scared and miserable.
And, no, unfortunately M's problems are a continuing TMI of their own, so I shall have to rely on the kindness of strangers (okay, I'm milking it, I know).
Defiant (?!?) hugs back,
H.
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So, I'm trying to remain hopeful (whatever that is).
Pretty butterfly kisses and hugs back,
H.