I slept through to the alarm this morning. I’m glad to get the rest. My hips are still displeased with my side-sleeping, but the bubble is still in my eye so I will be continuing that tonight. I do hope it goes away soon.
It’s been another day of resting up and healing. Doing eye drops four times a day. Eating meals.
I did gentle Move U exercises instead of just breathing.
The pain level isn’t too bad. The itchiness is worse than the pain.
I took a shower this morning, letting the steam soften the gunk on my eyelashes. I did some writing. And a lot of crying, because I was writing about Ambrose. I’m jumping around a bit with my writing. I want to tell the story of his death.
I’m almost looking forward to work tomorrow, because it will be something to do in between taking care of my eye. I’m so focused on those eye drops. I’ve got a routine going with hand washing and timing the wait between drops and paper towels. But every time I do it, I get to look closely at my traumatized eye and I just hope it’s healing the way it’s supposed to be because it looks terrible. I figure it’s the aftermath of surgery, and that if anything is wrong, I’ll be able to tell. In the meantime, I’m just going to keep doing what I’m doing. I’ll work tomorrow, and I’ll go to choir, and I’ll keep up with my eye drops and side-sleeping.