3 Wise Men and a Baby, Covenant Christian School, 1995.
Friday, November 21, 2014
Thursday, November 20, 2014
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Thursday, November 13, 2014
Today the patch was removed, and I am back to using both eyes. Everything looks good so far. I am on large doses of prednisone, plus steroid and antibiotic eye drops, and am now experiencing some vision weirdness of a new sort. My newly-lensed eye, despite being pretty red and getting a spectacular bruise beneath it from the shot that immobilized my eye during the surgery, is seeing great! (photographic evidence can be seen here) It is perfect for the computer without glasses, and I can read road signs without glasses. After not being able to read out of that eye for about a year, that is fabulous, and makes me giggle with delight, and praise God from whom all blessings flow. The other eye, however, is its same horrible self, so the difference between the two eyes is enough to give me headaches, and I will have to learn to compensate for 4-6 weeks until I am ready to get new glasses. We'll have to see what I can do about that.
I will return to the doc in ABQ early Monday morning for a recheck, but so far, so good. I am so grateful for your prayers, Gentle Reader! And so grateful to God for His hand of mercy in my life.
And now for a few days to rest these eyes a lot, and to figure out how to sleep on prednisone, and while wearing an eye shield, and how to get all the adhesive off my sore face. :-)
Thursday, November 06, 2014
Wednesday, November 05, 2014
Tuesday, November 04, 2014
Except that nothing is ever routine. My last day of "flurry" this morning started with a migraine. If it had just waited another 24 hours, I would have been sleeping anyway. But today I have places to go and things to do. What a bother.
My plans get interrupted and over-ridden enough that it really should cease to be a surprise. If truth be told, I think my idea of a "normal schedule" is just as illusive as the idea of "normal weather": I have some composite sense of the general pattern, but the current time never follows the pattern in my mind, and I begin to wonder if the idea of "normal" is only some phantom figment of my imagination with no existence in ontological reality.
But before I stray too deeply into metaphysics, let me just say that I am glad for whatever pattern I can get my hands on. I am grateful for this 8-week cycle and the healing it has brought me, and the sights I continue to see with these eyes of mine. May I see my Maker in this rhythm of life-- and may you see his mark in your pattern of days, too, Gentle Reader.