My Eye Started My Day

This morning when I woke up, I didn’t feel much eye pain but I could barely get my eye open. I went and looked at my face in the bathroom mirror and thought, holy crap!

My eye was puffed up like blown-up balloons. I did the hot water pack. This is when you wet the wash cloth with as hot of water as you can stand. Then you place it over the plugged tear gland, and then repeat as the water cools. You do this for about five minutes. Next you put the gooey gel in your eye lid.

Did you know that those tiny ducts are right beneath your eye lashes. I took a mirror and looked at my eye lid. I could see many tear duct holes. Yep, and I could see the one that was plugged too. Darn little bugger.

I thought,today is the day for my reading. What am I going to do. I can’t see well out of both eyes with the gel in them. I am going to have to go to the doctor to get an antibiotic.

One other time when I got this infection the gel didn’t work good enough so I had to have some Amoxicillin to help it along.  This seemed to be another time. I was ready to dial the doctor and then remembered it is Thursday. This is the day he is not in. Isn’t that the way it always works out?

I went to the Med-clinic, and I knew I was pushing it with time, as I had forty-five minutes until the book reading clinic. Thank goodness the office was empty. I got right in, but what I didn’t know was that each of the little rooms were filled, so I had to wait.

I let the noise of the screaming baby in the next room to me entertain me and then I glanced through a magazine that promises to make you beautiful. I should have read that one first. I didn’t get to finish it before Mr. Dr. came in.

I got my prescription I needed and thanked them quickly as I raced out of the office over to the restaurant. Great food but little parking. I drove around and around. Wait, let me off of this Merry-Go-Round! Someone get out here and get in your car so I can have your space! Hurry up and eat will you! LOL

Finally someone came out and I raced in. I was 12 minutes late, but others were just being seated also. I just sat down and had not even ordered, when I got an important call and had to leave.

I haven’t spoken about this yet and will not yet until I know more final details, but as usual it had to do with my brother. So no reading and no lunch. I went to see Al and he is having some stability issues. One thing is for sure at this place. Al and the staff’s words are complete opposites. There is supposed to be someone in the bathroom watching and assisting so Al can get washed up in the mornings. Al says there wasn’t and the staff says there was. Al said I almost fell. Staff says they knew nothing about it. Gees, get the stories straight somebody!

I did some talking to the office and visited with Al. His forehead is full of bloody scabs where he sits and digs. He was in bed as usual. The Parkinson’s was doing its shaky things. I stayed about an hour and told him I would see him at the hospital tomorrow morning around 9:15. He has the swallow test then.

Now I am home and my eye is sore but I have popped one antibiotic and will take another at bed time. Hopefully tomorrow it will feel better and not look like a Puffer fish. Here is a photo of the little doctor’s room I waited in and if you look closely at me waving you can see my one eye is's officemy eye

Walking In Faith

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I know it isn’t the prettiest subject, but my life is not always pretty. You want to know the good and the bad in my days right? I always said life is not really a bed of roses.

Right after supper last evening I got this tiny sharp pain beside my eye. No, it wasn’t from my throw together meal. LOL. I heard you thinking. It didn’t go a way, and by bedtime, I wasn’t in any crucial pain, but that stab was still there.

I went to use the lady’s room prior to jumping in my nice warm flannels sheets and I saw the culprit staring back at me in the mirror. I panicked a bit My one eye lid was pretty swollen. Oh no, I am supposed to stand in front of people on Thursday and give a verbal reading of my poem. What am I going to do now. I don’t want to miss this opportunity and I also don’t want to be questioned.

For the past two years the doctors are letting me know that I am getting older. Me? Getting older? Well, when the doctor says it, I guess I will believe it also.

My eyes are showing their age also. This is about the fourth time I have gotten another infection in my eye. A tear duct gets plugged. It doesn’t stick with just one eye, it goes to either one, but I have never had it in both at the same time. My eye lid gets swollen and tears run down my face. I have to use this gel type medicine and put it on my eye lid and hope I did a good enough job that it will saturate up under the lid. The antibiotic in it then heals the tear duct, unplugging it.

I put the gel on at bedtime but when I got up this morning it was in full force to the naked eye. I need to use this gel three times a day and it had been used once in several sleeping hours. I did as the doctor said. I washed my eye with Johnson’s baby shampoo and then applied the gel. It is almost time to use it again and now the redness is mainly gone. I am just stuck with the eye that looks like someone punched me.

I am going to go to the book reading tomorrow. I am not contagious, and I really don’t want to lose the opportunity to do this. Maybe a door has been opened for me, who knows. I did not see Al today because it is an infection and all kinds of germs run rampant through nursing homes. I haven’t seen him since Sunday in fact because of the frigid temperatures. I did call him but he could not talk as he was playing bingo. I told the nurse to tell him that I would be in tomorrow afternoon. The weather will be better and I also don’t want him to think I don’t care. My eye should be much better as the medicine works quickly.

Now to the last topic. You all know I have been praying without hearing anything about needing to work. For weeks I heard nothing. I placed ads without anything positive coming from it.

Two days a go I had this idea come into my mind but I brushed it off. I was afraid. Afraid of not being able to write anymore. Afraid of losing my friends on here and afraid of not being able to do any type of work because of my bad feet. I can’t stand very long and I can’t sit very long.

Well after the second day of swatting this fly a way, he kept returning. It was getting on my nerves to be quite honest. Have you ever had something on your mind that no matter how you tried to dismiss it, it would not leave until you dealt with it?

I made a couple of calls that my mind kept telling me to do. I have no answers but there is a chance that a program will assess my damages from my diabetes and they may be able to find a match for me that fits my health.

I still  want to worry about not being able to write. Writing has become such an important part of my life. It represents who I am. I have a sneaky feeling that God is behind this. He is answering. If it is him, he already knows my dreams. He will guide me through each door and put me right where I am supposed to be. I believe this is called faith, and I am going to walk in faith that this will turn out alright. I probably won’t have answers yet Friday. From what I was told there is many steps to this.

I feel and did feel calm after I made the phone calls. So now I will not worry or bite my nails or eat everything in my cupboards. I will trust, just plain trust and go to the scheduled meeting Friday afternoon.