I walked into the eye doc’s office yesterday morning without an appointment and walked out with blessed relief. Or at least a prescription for blessed relief.
As I’d begun to suspect, the doc said the little villain in my eye was gone, but it had left behind a sore spot. Anti-inflammatory eye drops should do the trick.
At first they did. I expected them to take a couple of days for full effect, but surprisingly I felt better after the first dose.
My eye felt better, anyhow. The rest of me felt “rode hard and put up wet” after too much recent stress. I was useless. Felt like napping, but I’m not very good at that. Finally in the afternoon I forced myself outside. Ava and I went deep into the woods where we haven’t been in a long time and we found one of our old favorite walks still open despite the ubiquitous forest closures.
Ava enjoyed one of the best romps she’s had in months and I got the cobwebs blown out of my brain and body. Rain fell on us, but it was gentle and mild. We didn’t mind a bit.
I went to bed early, believing I was on the mend.
Alas, this morning my poor eyeball was unhappier than ever. Aside from being worrisome (did the doc miss something that was still in there?), the physical irritation inflames my mood. I’m cwabby.
I’ll continue with the anti-inflammatory and try not to worry too much until they eye drops have more time to work. Today, in a brief break in the weather, I’ll get outside and fix minor drainage and dripping problems I observed during yesterday’s rain.
But I’m not one of those paragons who remain stalwart and stoical when I don’t feel well. Best to avoid me today. I wish I could avoid myself.