As seen on my fridge:
The To-Do journal has been cracked open again after two weeks of inactivity. That I could produce the previous post at all indicated that I was improving. Still, I kept my coughing and oozing self away from work until yesterday. When I looked in the mirror on Wednesday morning, I was horrified to find a profoundly bloodshot right eye. It wasn’t itchy, so I ruled out pinkeye.
Rather than try to make an appointment at the urgent care clinic to see a GP, I emailed my optometrist. I know ophthalmologists—not optometrists—specialize in eye health. Still, an optometrist would have a medley of eyeball-scanning doodads. Besides, they could point me in the right direction if this wasn’t an issue they could help me with.
They offered me a Friday morning appointment and insisted that I take an eye exam while I was there. It’d been more than two years since my last eye exam. I agreed to it as long as they were okay with my still-coughing self showing up for the appointment in a face mask.
Not surprisingly, my eye prescription has changed. I still see better with the lenses I currently have in my glasses than without. I’m still reasonably functional even when I’m not wearing glasses. The scans of my eyes showed that my oil glands (meibomian glands) were 65% blocked. For this, I got eyedrops and a jar of fish oil softgels. Every day, I have to swallow three softgel capsules about the width of my fingers. When I showed Jordi the capsules, he asked if I was sure they weren’t supposed to be suppositories. I can feel my esophagus stretching as I swallow each capsule.
My eye doesn’t look like this anymore.
I haven’t been well enough to restart my weekly laps at the pool, but I was well enough to walk past the pool to the next recreation centre, where one of the advance polling places was operating, and cast my vote for the provincial election.
I also spent the week adorning my place with a touch of spooky.
Avocato is now…
Avocato Voorhees. He is joined by Captain Ducknana, and the roomie’s broomstick riding honey bear.
At the beginning of the year, I rescued a ceramic owl cookie jar from the curb. Since then, nothing’s ever gone inside the owl. But on the outside of the owl, I’ve used plasticine to affix pieces of polymer clay to the cookie jar, transforming it from a faux-vintage owl into Blathers, the full-time museum curator in Animal Crossing: New Horizons.
I could have made the transformation using plasticine, but I prefer the finished look of oven-baked polymer clay. (I made the above fridge magnet letters from polymer clay.)
My upcoming dental surgery (Oct 24) will further suppress my athletic side, but at least my creative side has awakened.
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