Strange
My TLC recovery time is over. The real world is back. Strange how there are some duties that can shift for a short time and then . . . ready or not!
The very dark glasses from the cataract surgery have spent most of the day on the dining room table. I am curious as to how my brain will sort through what the eyes have been through. When I close my right eye, the vision from the left eye appears to have a sun screen over it. When I close my left eye, the vision from the right eye is very bright and light. Literally the difference between day and night.
As of the most recent visit, there was no concern of a cataract on the left eye. Apparently, if there is a hint of a cataract, surgery is not done as it is more difficult with a “maybe” rather than a “definite.” I am sure as a bit more time goes by, all will settle into place.
Dennis had his Korean luncheon today in Mankato. There seems to be detours on detours from here to there. Dennis made a stop at the Mayo store while he was in town. He needed a new gasket for his CPAP face mask. Our insurance allows for one gasket per month. We were a bit long on this last one. It was more like five full weeks. We could tell the latex had deteriorated a bit as the amount of air leaking was noticed via the noise during the night. We do clean the gasket every morning before putting the total face mask into the SoClean. A scent free baby wipe removes the possibilities of oils transferring from the skin onto the gasket. The gasket was billed to our insurance at $93.00. What is a fellow to do. By the way, Res Med has the corner on the market. It doesn’t pay to check out Amazon or eBay. He was glad when he corralled the little red pickup into the driveway.
Tomorrow I hope to turn on the lights in the sewing studio. I may very well look at some things that were stitched a while ago and wonder who the heck was messing with my stuff. Stranger things have happened. In all honesty, I had not realized much difficulty with my stitching while having had a cataract in place. You know how it is . . . we can talk ourselves into anything.