This weekend we didn’t do omuch at all. Les made it very clear that we would try resting my eyes as much as possible. I keep wanting to believe that there is a simple “fix” for whatever this is….maybe high blood pressure…maybe my sugar count…but each thing thought of is shown not to be so after tests…I wake up with clear vision, dry eyes, and within a few minutes or hours that vision goes to very blurred that glasses do not correct. Some days they hurt physically when light is introduced, other days they just seem uncomfortable period.
It is in writing that I generally relax into myself. In rereading what I have written that I focus on what it is that is before me. Today I can write, but only to use my mind to get it on paper. The read back features are lacking and slow, the conitnual desire to blink the words into focus keep me watching the time at the keyboard, I am not supposed to attempt seeing more than 1 hour a day where type is concerned.
It is in writing that I generally relax into myself. In rereading what I have written that I focus on what it is that is before me. Today I can write, but only to use my mind to get it on paper. The read back features are lacking and slow, the conitnual desire to blink the words into focus keep me watching the time at the keyboard, I am not supposed to attempt seeing more than 1 hour a day where type is concerned.
I cooked a hash yesterday. Stewed roast with cubed potatoes and onion left to simmer overnight. The smells were of comfort and home on a chilly spring morning. Madison made cornbread to go with it at lunch. We opened up the pie shaped slices and poured the stew over them and ate them with a fork. Simple comforts.
I hope your day is well, full of good things and blessings around us all.
xoxo
Sweetie
