05/04/20
I've yet to acquire a wound that I'm not proud of. I took a lot of pictures in the hospital. The eye is still there, and works. You should see the poor power sander.
The hospital was a 20 hour thing. Drove myself to the local hospital, but it was beyond them, so they arranged to have the U of M do the surgery (under general anesthesia).
I drove myself there too after my local hospital beefed up my bandaging.
My local hospital staff had intended to send me to the U of M by ambulance, but I told them to save their couple of ambulances for real emergencies (at the height of Covid) and that I would have no difficulty making the half-hour drive through town with one eye.
Several nurses at the U of M were waiting for my arrival at their emergency room entrance. When I walked through the door by myself, they looked at me dumbfoundedly. One of them said, "How did you get here?!"
"I drove."
"They let you drive !!!?"
"I exude confidence."
As you might imagine, it made their day.
The day was more fun than anything else, but I hope I didn't get Covid -- was very close to probably six doctors and twenty nurses.
As soon as I got home, I fixed the sander and got back on the step ladder and finished up the sanding of the exterior Vardo walls. This time I kept the sander away from the door hinges, 'cause I'm so smart.
I've always liked to make faces in the mirror, and this has been especially fun. Here's my four favorites.
The harsh sunlight in the room adds to the ghastly effect in the first three. (I can't believe this first one is me.)
The photos are from the first day after surgery. My eye started opening a wee bit on its own after a couple of days.
I hadn't known what to expect. After the surgery and before
I went home, I didn't talk to anyone at the hospital who knew anything about how the surgery had gone. So anyway, it opens about a quarter of the way I'd say, with blurry vision. Would be nice if it gets back to all the way open with clear vision of course.
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