I'm ready to be healthy now, really

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Thursday, I took the train from Chicago to Minneapolis. All went well; I didn't have a seat to myself, but my seatmate was a former nurse who knit and had a disabled husband, which meant we had lots in common to talk about. The train got in right on time at 10:30 pm, but it turned out that there was much roadwork going on, and Lydy, who had left in plenty of time to meet me, was 40 minutes late.

She drove me home, and I petted my cat, pretended to look at mail for a while, then collapsed.

The next day, Friday, I awoke at 9:30 am with a headache. It probably wasn't related to the surgery, though I suppose I might have overdone things on Wednesday and Thursday. But mostly, I get headaches a lot (not migraines, just tension headaches, best I can tell), and this one was a doozy. I took some drugs (technically an abuse of prescription drugs, I suppose, since it wasn't mostly my eye that was hurting) and spent most of the day in bed, finally waking up around 11:30 pm. Lydy had dropped the car off in the afternoon, and my initial plan had been to ask her to drive me to get some groceries, but I felt so awful that I just let her go.

Saturday, I felt much better, though the headache lingered, and I decided that I was ready to do some driving. I bought fast food at Taco Hell, and groceries at Lund's, and returned home safely. These were the most self-indulgent groceries I've bought in years, but I discovered on Friday and Saturday that eating only worked if food was pretty much pre-prepared. The idea of cooking or chopping up salad was way too intimidating. So I now have sandwich makings and a couple of packages of sushi and ice cream. So much for going right back on the diet after surgery. Soon, though.

I felt pretty wiped on Sunday (today), and in the afternoon the eye pain and headache combined to make me pretty uncomfortable, so it was more drugs and a nap. I'm awake now and feeling much better, but I'd like to be done with this entire recuperating thing. I know it'd be even longer for anything that cut into the trunk of the body, but I still resent it.

Tomorrow, though, I'll be back to work. I'll just have to see if I can make a full day of it.

In the meantime, the air bubble in the eye is visibly shrinking. You know how it looks when you're just about to cry and you have this watery thing at the bottom of your field of vision just before you blink and it runs over? That's what it looks like now. Unfortunately, my vision is all fuzzy in that eye, not counting the original hole (which is supposedly healing but is still there) or the bubble at the bottom of my field of vision. I'll find out whether I need new glasses (a known possibility) once the bubble disappears. Which means that mostly I'm functioning with one eye. I suppose this might have something to do with the headaches, come to think of it.

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I have trouble thinking of prepared food (e.g., grocery store sushi) as being overindulgent, especially given the circumstances. Now, if you had moved into the Palmer House for the duration, ordering food service at all hours? That might count.

ETA/Subtext: And good to hear that you arrived home safely and that your eye continues to recover.