How'd it get to Sunday again? Time is moving fast lately.
So my back is on the mend, mostly better save for some residual soreness/tenderness/fragility. As Harps says: "Sore bum! Oooo hot!" Because I've always got a heated bag on it. I'm also hot, obvs. cc was able to work from home on Friday, which eased the day along, and I did a lot of Advil and lying flat and heat. (It's just too much to do ice in the winter, ah.)
And I cried a lot about my birthday. KIDDING. If I worried you with my aging worries, don't worry -- I'm just a lady in touch with the bittersweetness of life moving along. Glad I'm not stuck at 18 (I am MUCH HAPPIER now, oh boy I am), I think it's just important to breathe in the changes and accept that it's something to get older. Not bad. Just something.
We had a good weekend, laying low after our busy one last. Got a lot done around the house. (I feel like I'm always saying this, which would have freaked out 18-year-old me. Why in the hell is there always so much to do in a house? Meh. It's not that bad, Former Me.) Took shifts with Harps so we each got some extra sleeps. Ate ice cream, watched PBS kids in the wee hours, went swimming, met a potential mom pal at the library, read books in the pink beanbag, folded lots of cloth napkins.
Oh and I also had an eye doc appointment. I've been without contacts for months on end because, well, I've been too lazy to get that changed. (Also health insurance hassles.) In the middle of the appointment, the doc's all: "So, did you do vision therapy as a child? You know -- wear a patch and stuff?" ... Excuse me?
Apparently (and no one has ever caught this before, which kind of sucks) my left eye is lazy. Lazy, I tell ya! Sorry for the outburst. I always thought "lazy" meant wandering, but that's only one way it can manifest. With milder forms like mine, you wouldn't know unless your vision is tested. (And then your mild, but weird symptoms make sense.) In my case, my right eye does most of the work and somewhere along the way my left eye took a vacay. I mean, it works and I use it, but it doesn't do enough. Or something.
I guess no matter how strong the prescription, I can never see 20/20 out of it, which explains a lot. Why every doctor gives my left eye a different prescription, trying to get me to see out of it and always failing. To me, my left eye is way worse (it's always blurry and out of focus) and I chalked it up to... bad contacts/glasses for the past, oh, 20 years. But I guess the prescription for my left is the same as my right?! Mind blown. And since depth perception is affected, it also explains why I always run into the left side of door frames. Over and over. Sorry, shoulder. Lazy eye!
I was semi-frantic to the guy. "Should I wear a patch?!" (It's a good way to make friends as the new mom.) And I guess it's too late for all that. But he gave me some exercises to do, probably just to appease me. Clay has been teasing me for caring, but blergh! So annoyed! My eye doesn't work right and no one caught it. Blergh!
None of that was interesting to anyone but my parents, probably. Sorry.
Oh, but! There's always Harper in a cowboy hat: