Well, I have an update on my recovery from that attack. They said the stress caused me to develop Shingles, in my eye, and on the inside of my head, -Yes, you can get Internal Shingles. Sure, why not me, Lord? LOL
Anyway, I also had to see an ophthalmologist to make sure it cleared up, didn’t damage my eye. Everything is fine, I’m happy to report. One more day on the drops and I should be good to go. That trip to the eye doctor was an adventure. They dilate your eyes for the exam, and afterward, you’re almost blind in the sunlight, and things are blurry. I had a heck of a time finding the bus stop! I wasn’t sure I’d gone the right direction; and, of course, the bus stop sign was about 13 feet off the ground, on that pole. I saw some writing on what I thought might something having to do with the bus. I couldn’t read it with my shades on, and when I took them off, it almost vanished. I got as close to the thing as I could and tried to make out the letters. That poor man! He almost shouted, “Hey, watch it lady! Back up, and get your nose out of my shirt, will ya?!” I said, “Oh, I’m so sorry; I was trying to read the bus stop sign, but I can’t see very well right now. Is this where the bus stop is?” He kind of grunted, “Yes; the bus will be here in three minutes.” I was going to tell him his shirt smelled nice, but I thought better of it.
Love you from Cafe du Mondieu
Copyright by Marina Morrison (aka) Eden Stillwater, May 27, 2021, 3:15 p.m.