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After the cataract was removed from my right eye I was told not to bend over or put any sort of strain on my eye or it might bust the stitch. I was told not to sleep in my bed, but to sleep in a Lazy Boy in a sort of upright position. I was give a plastic protector cup to wear over my eye at night to keep me from rubbing my eye during sleep last night, and to put the eye drops they gave me in my right eye 4 times a day. All of which I have done with a good spirit.
Since trying to keep from tearing the stitches out interfered with my regular sleeping I took a sleeping pill to make sure I got plenty of sleep last night. I worried about whether the small roll of tape they gave me to attach the plastic protective cover over my eye would get the job done, but when I removed it this morning it took some effort to pull the tape off my skin, and that ended my doubts.
This morning I wanted to rub my eyes to get the sleep out of them, but remembered not to do it. I put the eye drops in. One of the three I'm using burns a little, but the others are fairly soothing. I see spots out of my right eye after I put the drops in, but they seem to go away fairly soon afterwards.
I'm still a little astounded at the difference in the way I see colors from each eye. The left eye, which still has the aging cataract in it is still brown compared to the bright bluish-white of my new lens. When I focus my eyes to see something off to the side, and there is some white object there, when it comes into view of my peripheral vision it looks blue, and then when it comes into full focus in my foveal vision to turns white. This makes me wonder if the expression used, "it came outta the blue" was derived from this phenomena.
The milk kefir grains I've been using has worried me a little. I've been experimenting. The pundits on the e-mail discussion list I subscribe to tell about how to put some of the grains aside in case of problems, and how to do it. Basically, you put powdered milk in with the grains to feed them at a slow rate, and then put them in the freezer. I did that.
The problem (there was never a real problem) was that I shipped some milk and water kefir grains off to somebody up in Durham who needed some grains. Somebody in his family had inadvertently thrown his out, and I was happy to send him some more. I have plenty of water kefir grains, but sending some of my milk grains off threatened the supply I'm currently using.
To strengthen my deposit I decided to use all the milk kefir grains I had left (besides the ones I stashed in the freezer) in some fresh milk to attempt to revive them. This morning some separation in that batch has occurred, and I strained it to see if the grains has gotten stronger. They had, and I took the kefir they had made and give it to my brother's dogs, and put the healthy grains in some more fresh milk.
I have no idea why I'm writing about this. Nobody knows or needs to know about how my kefir grains are doing. Maybe it's just a matter of pride that I figured out what to do and did it successfully. It's not like I have a lot going on in my life presently except getting my eyes fixed and making kefir.
My younger brother came to see me yesterday. He even came inside my house to see how I was doing after the operation. We're not as close as my youngest brother and I are, but the two of them get along just great. We talked a while about the various health issues we've dealt with. He, of course, has none at all. He's 68 years old and swears loudly that he has no health problems. It doesn't impress him at all that he talks loud because he's deaf. Maybe denial is a good thing to do.
It's pleasing to me to have finally gotten at least one of my cataracts fixed, but what impresses me even more is the difference in how I feel after getting that rotten tooth pulled. I put it off again and again for maybe a couple of years. It was vanity and ego, of course, I wanted to keep that tooth to chew with. I only had three molars left, and I have to wear partial upper dentures to even use them.
Probably most people have heard of how bad teeth can affect your entire system, and that must have been going on with me. I couldn't tell how much and what aspect of my health that one bad tooth was affecting until after it was gone and the socket began to heal, but now it's easy to realize that if I had let it go on and on it could have been the death of me. It could have been like Old Dan Tucker, who "died with a toothache in his heel."
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Old_Dan_Tucker
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