|Never a Dull Moment -- No Matter How Much You Would Like One
||[Jan. 20th, 2016|05:33 pm]
File under "I Did Not Need This". Saw Dr. Eyeball last week. She took a careful look at my retinas, found no activity, pronounced herself satisfied, and said to come back in eight months. So. I was sitting on the couch, reading, last night, and a serious retinal bleed occurred. The vision in my right eye is completely obscured -- I can't even read headlines though the haze of blood, and if it doesn't resolve some I may not be able to drive after dark. I did not bloody need this.
(We called the Joslin eye clinic this morning, and she said come right in. They dilated and examined and ultrasounded, and in the end thee's no retinal damage, just blood, which there's nothing really to be done about. Both reassuring and not. My lovely wife drove me there and back, thank Heaven, as it would have been quite beyond me.)
As long as I am complaining about health issues, during last week's exam, she mentioned that my developing cataracts are still manageable. I asked, so I could sort of set my brain, when I would have to think about having them done -- five years, ten years, twenty? Oh, no, she said, much sooner than that. So there's that to look forward to as well.
I'm doing PT for the Achilles's tendon rupture, and at least that's gong well. Mostly at this point it's stretching and working on flexibility and ROM. (Sorry, Range of Motion.) For a couple days the foot hurt as though someone had beaten it with a hammer, but Susan, who's done PT for a broken wrist, assured me that PT hurts. That's why, she said, people don't do it, and tell their doctor they did. Thank heaven that did clear up. I'm doing the little foot-wiggling exercises and seeing the therapist twice a week for the next two, three weeks, and we shall see.
I'm supposed to sleep in an upright position until I see the eye doctor in three weeks, to assist the blood in settling out. I'm going to try, at her suggestion, sitting in my wife's reclining Nanna Launcher, rather than propping myself up with pillows, but that means sleeping apart. Poo. I guess we can just pretend we're on Downton Abbey and have separate bedrooms like the aristocracy.
Just to put a nice cap on it, we finally have winter, after a temperate December, and it's threatening a foot of snow this weekend. I have no idea how I'm going to shovel the car out with this blessed boot on and my toes sticking out. This is definitely one of the times I sort of regret not having had children.
Well, ta, until the next whine.