a view through my own eyes

This morning it occurred to me that it was Saturday – mainly because mrspao was flapping about school kids waiting for their bus outside our house as usual and she thought she would be late for work. I vaguely acknowledged that there had been a Friday in the dim and distant past so pointed out that they go to a private school and so have the pleasure of Latin on a Saturday morning. This lead me to thinking that Monday was work, Tuesday was operation and oh my it is Saturday.

The last few days have flown by, mainly due to pain killer enhanced drowsiness leading to sleep. I have achieved nothing other than finishing a book (one of the Reginald Hill’s) and sleeping. Whilst it feels like I have had a damn good kicking in the head, I can now sort of open the eye – it is after all somewhat bruised, I can move the eye – although it hurts (but then the muscles have been operated on – so it is expected) and I think I am now getting used to my vision being straight and so have stopped trying to veer right. The though is still a loverly shade of blood red and shows no sign of dissipating at the moment – which is sad as mrspao cannot look at it.

So the days at the moment are spent as follows: sleep, eat, take painkillers, read, sleep etc. With the odd visit on line to keep an eye of what is going on etc.

Gotta go, tired now. Night all.