So…I’m on the third day of this lens that was inserted on my eye to heal inflammation. I have burry vision in that eye so my brain is working overtime trying to put together the right information to see. Net result – headaches, crankiness and general displeasure with life.
The eye does more than just see. On a walk to my happy place down at the creek yesterday, I took a major fall. Don’t know how I did it (you never do, do you?) but I went down like a hundred-pound sack of potatoes. Right on my knee. The one I fractured 15 years ago. It wasn’t very graceful. No one was around. That’s the good news and the bad news.
It knocked the wind out of me so I sat on the ground for a while realizing that I had no phone, and it may be a while before someone came along. After a few minutes, I was able to get up and put weight on the leg so I hobbled home. I have major brush burns, but nothing is broken. I have a strange gait. Sort of like what I remember Quasimodo having. My legs are bruised so there will be no beauty contests in the immediate (or distant) future.
Was this a result of my normal klutziness or the result of my eyes not focusing properly on a gravel path? Another mystery of life.
I get the lens taken out tomorrow and on Friday they will put one in the other eye. Come Monday that lens will be taken out and this episode will be behind me. Hopefully I get as much healing as they promised but it’s very doubtful I’ll do it again unless in dire circumstances.