I wanted to sleep in today. I planned to sleep in today. Every day of the work week I’d wanted to sleep in. But this morning, I was too hungry to fall back asleep after I got up and did my eye drop. My tummy just wouldn’t let me be.
So I got back up and had a breakfast sandwich. I’d been trying to do different breakfasts on the weekends, but I didn’t have the motivation to do anything else. Better to get myself fed.
I didn’t do much today. Especially in the morning. What I did do was experiment with using my right eye with my left eye. The vision in the right continues to improve, but it’s still pretty blurry. And the pupil isn’t shrinking as much as the left yet, but it’s reacting better to light.
In the afternoon, I went to the transfer station. But first, I unpacked the car from Labor Day weekend. I’d left a bunch of stuff in there, and I didn’t want to bring it to the transfer station. So I carefully unloaded everything, though I haven’t finished putting it all away yet. Then I loaded the trash and made the drive. I drove without the eye patch on, which was okay. The right is still blurry, but having it open feels okay while driving. I wore the eye patch when I got out of the car to go grocery shopping.
When I got home, I was feeling drained. I put away the frozen and fridge items and then spent some time being down. I had planned on walking to the mailbox today, but I decided not to after doing everything else. Including a shower. I’m getting very close to when I can get water in my eye. I haven’t washed the lashes very thoroughly because of trying to keep the water out. They’re kind of gunky.
By the evening, my head had started to hurt pretty badly. I think I might have induced a migraine by trying to use both eyes when the right still isn’t able to focus well farther away than about a foot. I might take something to help me fall asleep tonight just because of the pain. I’m hoping it will go away overnight. If not, then I’ll have to take the migraine medication.
I’ve been missing Ambrose pretty hard today. That’s just how it’s going to be for me. Missing him. Wanting him to be here. Knowing that he’s with me, but he’s not with me in the way that gets me chicken soup. Maybe I should make myself some chicken soup tomorrow. A big batch of healing chicken soup…