Apparently I have extremely dry eyes. Well, I knew that, but not the extent. I woke up this morning barely able to open my eyes, in pain and not able to tolerate light. I used the drops, which helped a bit, and put on my sunglasses. I soooooooooo want to rub my eye, but nope, not doing it. After I consulted Google, (hint, don’t consult Google) I called my eye doctor and left a message. Then stumbled to the sofa and napped for about an hour. When I woke up, the pain was nearly gone, but I’m still blurry. She called, I told her what was going on, she said “dry eyes, use Systane throughout the day.” “And don’t Google, it’ll tell you infection no matter what.” (She’s very smart)
Blurry is apparently normal and so is light sensitivity. A friend told me she wore sunglasses, inside, for over a week. So that bit of panic can subside.
In other news, Maverick appears to be actively mourning the loss of his dad. Up till now, he’s been fairly normal, and I’ve been trying to keep things as normal as possible. This past week has been anything but normal. On Sunday, my neighbor came up with the kid who cleans for me to work on the Farm-all. Not only did the activity down by the shed rile Maverick up, the visit from a teenage girl was even more exciting. And he loves the Farmer, so he was all beside himself. On Monday, he went to daycare – all good. Tuesday, one of my friends picked him up from daycare because I couldn’t drive – he adores this lady so he was all beside himself once again. I kept him home on Wednesday, I was still wearing the eye shield on my right eye and the left is just useless, so I didn’t trust myself to drive even the mile down the road to his daycare. The same friend picked me up and took me to my checkup and then visited awhile after we got home. Again, he was beside himself. To the point of humping his pillow till he’s got himself chafed – which started a chain of licking and refusing to stop. The diagnosis – from a few who seem to know more than me – (but probably don’t) – stress, and finally realizing that Daddee is gone. (It takes dogs awhile to understand this, apparently) So after a come to Jesus meeting last night about his licking, he is now just depressed.
I’m going to CVS and then cutting fabric for two twin quilts today and just letting both of us have some peace. I think people who aren’t on this journey don’t realize that it’s necessary to just sit sometimes. My friends want to keep me distracted and I love them for that – but they also have come to understand that I need to grieve, and when I ask for a day, they check in and then let me have that time. I didn’t realize before this how very blessed I am to have them.
*Yes, I will post pictures of the quilts when done. They will not be as lovely as those of a certain Bitey Dog, but I do my best!