I’ve been sitting here on the couch with Charlie staring at the wall across from me wondering if I should try to fix some paint spots.
See, the week before my first surgery, I was into fixing things around here. Like nail holes.
So I filled the nail holes (why is it I always have so many nail holes?) on the wall across from the couch and painted over them.
After this second cataract surgery, when I could see things so much clearer, I realized that I had painted matte white paint over semi gloss white paint. So now it looks all chalky across the middle.
And naturally I can’t leave it like that when I’m about to create my office area. (Yeah, there’s your hint of where I’m finding space for a little office nook.)
So today I’m debating on painting over those places on the wall and hoping it blends in. Because I know I’m kind of supposed to be resting. But how on earth can I rest when I’m looking at that wall now through clear-cataract-free eyes?
So that may happen today. I have the paint and I don’t use paint that isn’t low odor/zero VOC.
Last night Dr. Poteet, the vet, called me in regard to my question to Mary yesterday. He told me that we can’t figure out precisely what is going on with Charlie because we need a urine sample that they don’t have to catheterize him to get.
Then he said he could look at the cells and figure out the next steps. I know he said more but it was medical terminology, and I’m pretty tired and not as cogent in my thinking by evening time.
But I do recall him saying: “Guess what?” And of course I said: “What?”
He said he’d gotten his eyes checked that morning and he has to have cataract surgery. Well, he’s 75 so I’m not surprised.
He asked me where I had mine done and I told him. Again he said: “Guess what?” And naturally I again responded with: “What?” And he said that’s where he’s going to have his done too.
Then he asked me who my optometrist is and I told him Dr. Vincent and he said that’s who he went to also. It’s just down the road a few blocks from his clinic.
Dr. Poteet takes Thursday mornings off to tend to things he doesn’t have any other time to tend to, since he works long, long hours and tends to do the same on weekends. I don’t know when the man eats.
I probably just missed him at Dr. Vincent’s office, as I was getting my left eye checked out yesterday, which they always have you do the day after surgery.
So I’m at the end-in-sight stage of cataract surgery and he’s just beginning.
As for Charlie, I’m to use the syringe he gave me to draw up the urine if after the antibiotic ends there is again blood. Because he wants to see that. And then we’ll go from there.
Meanwhile Charlie and I will spend a lot of time here on this couch. He naps, tongue lolling out the side of his mouth, while I am on this computer.
And I’ll decide in the next hour or so if I’m up to fixing the wall. As I can’t really can’t see doing anything else until that’s accomplished.
That, as my first husband used to say, would be like putting lipstick on a pig.