|The Llamas are rioting in the fields
||[Apr. 24th, 2012|03:38 am]
Life plods on, pretty much absent updates here from me. Things change, things shift, and apparently I've hit that stage of grief where everything pisses me off...especially when it's stuff severe enough to piss off anyone.
I need to buy a new cane, as I lost my really good cane when someone half-inched it out of a grocery cart at Frys (no kidding; it was, however, my own fault, as these things often are. They could have turned it in, though.) My other regular cane, over twenty years old, ended up broken as the cap to an incident involving a bus driver driving away from a stop and leaving me stuck for an hour with three bags of perishables. Fortunately it was cold weather. Unfortunately I wasn't wearing a jacket. My yell of outrage didn't help at all, nor did my bashing the bus bench with my cane, which shattered -- pretty much on its last legs, that cane. I've been using the Kokopelli stick since, although it's a bit too tall, and a bit unwieldy.
Remember the tale of the eyes, and how laser cleaning the film from my replacement lenses (installed when I had cataract surgery) was supposed to improve matters considerably? Well, it failed in the right eye, but this is something that can be corrected by upping the wattage, which will happen later this week. The result should be clearer vision -- and matters have already improved somewhat in that eye, as my color perception seems better.
The treatment in my left eye? Removed the opacification without a problem...and I promptly started having further vision issues in that eye, with the ghosting and haloing worsening. At this point, I've lost about fifty percent of my vision, which is an unwelcome return to the bad old days of the cataracts starting the rapid phase of their development. It turns out the original surgeon did something very odd in that eye -- I recall him having a strange explanation for what he did -- which apparently resulted in him seating the implant in front of the lens capsule, rather than in it. As a result, when the laser clean-up removed the film, the lens went adrift, and the resulting occlusion is what's causing the vision issues -- the edge of the lens is getting in the way. What's really weird is that the focus in that eye is very good -- seeing through the fog, however, is a major issue, plus I'm getting headaches when I try to use the computer a lot, or spend much time reading.
The fix for this is pretty straightforward. In May I go back in and repeat the surgery on that eye, and get a new implant. Knife to the eye!
There's more besides this, but I need to hit the hay and get some sleep before my visit to the wound clinic to have my dressings changed. Oh, yeah, that's another issue. 2012 is, for me, a year of medical hell, and very much by choice.
I did give in, again, this month to the lure of the Friends Of Pima Library Book Sale, but I donated as much as I picked up, I think. I may yet make headway. The haul was okay, not truly great. Nine CDs, two DVDs, two audiobooks (disappointing, this, as I'd hoped to find more), and an assortment of paperbacks and hardcovers. I didn't find any more Hard Case Crime releases, but I wasn't really looking that hard by that point. Had I gone for a second bag, I would probably have browsed more carefully, but time was pressing, and I was tired and hungry (I was fasting for a blood draw that, as it turned out, had to be canceled because of some weirdness with the medical transportation bookers.)
Alright, of to bed with me!