I slept a bit better last night. My eye continues to improve. The bubble is definitely gone, so I can sleep on my back again, which is a relief. Though last night I was being paranoid and didn’t for the most part.
I felt a bit like I was coming down with a cold this morning, so I took vitamin C with breakfast and had some cold medicine to help me be ready to get to work. And an espresso. Now is not the time to worry about my caffeine intake.
My tummy troubles from yesterday resolved after I had a bowel movement, so it was just some yucky retained poop. Actually, that might have been what was making me feel like I had a cold as well, because I didn’t feel the need to take any more cold medicine throughout the day.
During my exercise release time, I did breathing exercises while flat on my back. That felt nice. I’ve missed being able to do my breathing on my back and feeling my ribs expanding.
I think my eye is doing okay overall. I’ll be finishing the antibiotics today. Starting tomorrow I’ll be down to three drops a day instead of eight. I just hope it is healing as well as it feels like it is. After all, I didn’t realize when something was wrong initially, so how would I know if this fix is working or not? I mean, it’s not not working. I’m seeing better out of that eye every day. But it’s going to take time to heal and adjust and the doctor did tell me my vision in that eye would change. But I’m heartened that I can read with it up close. And it doesn’t seem to have the shadow/spot that brought me into the eye doctor in the first place.
I ran the dishwasher after I ate lunch. I took a shower after work. I haven’t been doing much for the last week, and I have to remind myself that that is because I’m recovering from surgery. It’s okay that I’ve not been doing much. I’m only just allowed to lift up to twenty pounds starting today. I’m impatient to get through this.
And, oh, there are times when I just want to scratch that eye! It’s so itchy. Right now, it’s itchy. But I resist. I’m doing everything I can to ensure an optimal healing outcome. That’s all I can do. I’m sure Ambrose would remind me not to try to take on more than I’m responsible for.
I was in Chicago a year ago. Mourning and trying to figure out my life. Trying to do as much as I could and finding that it wasn’t very much. I can do a lot more now. Every day I learn a little more about how to bear his absence.