I didn’t sleep well last night because I’d had eye surgery that morning and had this lump of stuff pasted over my eye, but the lump of stuff came off this morning and I had a successful nap.
Frankly I look terrifying. The sclera of my left eye is bright blood red, with the iris suspended atop like a button floating in a scarlet lake. Since the scarlet eye can be a result of petechiae breaking as a result of strangulation, I feel I ought to come up with a thrilling tale of desperate struggle and survival, and tell it to anyone who will listen. Probably there will be ninjas involved.
Doc says all looks well. The vision in my left eye is still blurry, but it might take a month or two for my retina to unpucker. In the meantime I’m supposed to take it easy and not lift anything heavier than ten pounds. Kathy will have to become my bearer, and I imagine I’ll enjoy this more than Kathy will.
On to invent some ninjas!
