Oh my - eye pricking alone sounds like a nightmare!
Hope all remains well, but much clearer....
My God, woman.
Please get well soon.
Jo, what a story! I lived it right along with you telling it. As everyone else here, I am hoping for a happy ending.
(Did you have enough physical and mental well-being to enjoy the Chateau Souverain 1999 cab? Now, that is a good friend...)
Yes, I enjoyed the glass of good wine. It's seven a.m. or so here, and we're leaving in a minute to go north north. It really is a pretty drive, under ordinary circumstances. They're getting ordinary-er by the day, so I can enjoy the scenery more.
Best to all and see you at the party.
Listen, I'm not dressing up...
Little K, by the time they need to prick the eye, you want them to and hold still! (smile)
But, isn't moving the eye a involuntary reaction?
Good grief, Osso,
What a lot of emotions in this thread! Up, down, up, down, up. I think *I* need a drink of that cab or some other. Too bad it is 8:30 am on the west coast.
Pricking the eye does sound pretty damn horrible, but if it hurts so bad that you want them to do it.... does that make it better?
I am so thankful that you had friends to help you and eye surgeons who'd make (who knew?) housecalls. Please don't strain your eyes or anything, trying to deal with computer screens, OK?
Much love,
Piffka
Pifka
Pifka, I imagine that Osso is so happy to be able to see well enough to post her progress (with her astonishing clarity) on A2K that any eye strain is worth it to her. She knows her many friends care about her well-being and wants to reassure them that she's OK and on her way to Eva's party in Venice.
BBB
OSSOBUCO! WOW! What a story!
Osso- I am so happy to see you posting. Wow, what a story!
I liked Diane's description of your 'grace and wit' - all that post seconded - thank heavens all is well now but it sounds as though you went through real hell.
Ossobuco, welcome back!!!!!
truth
Osso, all of us are trying to be positive, to congratulate you on having successfully completed your ideal. This reflects, of course, our wish that it is all over. You know, of course, that there is still more to endure. But, if I may be positive, and realistically so, you have demonstrated the wisdom and courage to get through whatever happens. I wish that strengh for all of us. I'm toasting you right now (a simple napa chardonnay: Petite Fleur, amusing in its pretentiousness--just as I hope I am)
JLN, LOL.
Just think what all those "wows" signify. The ordeal, your strength, the implications involved in the success or failure of the surgery, your future!!! Most of all, "Wow, what a woman!!!!"
Ok, ok, I'm am swell, but so are you all.
Looking good tonight. It isn't a strain now to post, my right eye works, as it has all along, but I've been a little tuckered out.
The left eye, well, from the stove I can make out that what is in front might be the sink with the dishrack to the left. As I look at the computer and closing right eye, I can see unintelligible print. But, this is a big improvement, not so far away from focus, and within normal recovery progress.
I am cooking up a pot of pasta and a mushroom sauce, and Pacco is rescued from the Pet Center. He made funny noises when my architect friend (to distinguish people) stopped there on the way home. The pacc made snuffleing hoots as I held him on the few blocks ride home. Now, several hours later, he is Mr. Serene.
Aw, poor Pacco. Probably stressful for him, too. (SO glad to see you posting and so... yourself.)
Little K, that was my big worry re the first surgery, that my eye would aim in the wrong direction or something. In fact no, I was too busy watching the show, and could obey the couple of times the surgeon said look down (or whatever).
Anyway, you have quite a bit of control.
wowsa! Creepy (<- sorry!)
Poor old Pacco, dogs do get so worried about their people.
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