A Life Not Quite Perplexed

Well …

by Penbleth on Monday 2 January, 2012

It’s been quiet here since mid-October according to the date of the last post. It’s been an eventful few months, mostly to do with eyes.

13′s eye problems seem to have reached some level of resolution now she is rather reluctantly down to one pillow, who would have thought THAT was the cause. I won’t go in to more on that.

I also have eye issues, fairly serious ones, apparently. More on that again. Perhaps.

In the meantime we have had Christmas, complete with six-foot tree for the first time in many years. 13 shot it a few glances and on one occasion did threaten to pull off some of the baubles but she and I reached an understanding, she would behave and we would all enjoy the tree, or she wouldn’t and risk a scolding and the dead-eye. Clever girl that she is she went for the first option.

Christmas has now gone, 13 has gone to respite and the decorations have been consigned to the over-stairs cupboard for another year. I love getting the tree decorated for Christmas and I ADORE getting rid of it in the new year. Once the day has gone I am afraid I see it as OVER.

So, first post in a while. Perhaps I’ll get back to being a bit more regular.

Have a happy 2012.

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The one where she actually goes to school.

by Penbleth on Wednesday 19 October, 2011

YAY!

What? I’m allowed to be excited.

Her eyelid is the right size, if a little red, the minibus turned up, after a couple of ‘phone calls to check it was coming and off she went.

Now to ponder how someone can say the number they gave you is right when the automated message from the landline says it isn’t recognised. Still, if the WANT to give me the wrong number why should I care, it just means I can never let them know in advance if 13 is sick and unable to go to school, they will have to come to the house every day in hopeful anticipation.

Or give me the right number. That would seem easier to me.

Trust me, your ‘phone number is safe with me, I have no desire to use it to speak often to people I love, I am not going to torment people I barely know.

Now that is out of the way, time to boil the kettle, make a pot of coffee and write up this ever-loving essay before the frustration of it brings me out in hives.

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So, now that we have a cause is there ANY chance of a cure?

by Penbleth on Tuesday 18 October, 2011

Last week the saga of 13′s eye entered its millionth rerun.

Okay, maybe that is an exaggeration but not by much, however, treatment was sought and seemed to work. In fact, although Hub was sceptical over the strength of the dose the antibiotics worked wonders. It isn’t often you can see an improvement in the space of minutes. As each hour passed on Friday the eyelid steadily deflated and the acne, which was a nice little bonus.

On Saturday the eyelid was normal, which was a great relief, not only because we were worried about how 13′s vision might be affected but because it was her respite night as we didn’t want her to miss going.

Sunday morning we had a moment when we wondered if there would be ’phone call, it didn’t happen.

I had a foolish thought. I know, I should know better, NEVER get your hopes up, that is just asking for trouble.

I was wrong, deluded, it won’t happen again. It’s ok, you can insert your knowing laugh here, Monday morning and the eyelid is up like a puffball again.

Time to turn to google, it knows everything.

I, with all my years of medical school, and the google, that knows everything, decided this was a blocked tear duct and there would be nothing for it but a trip to the hospital to have a new hole made and a balloon inserted.

It was all the news I needed to make my day go with a flump.

We got a doctor’s appointment for this afternoon. It’s an infected eyelash follicle, no lasting damage will be done, no need for balloons (which is a good thing as I have a phobia).

The second piece of good news is, it isn’t contagious so there is no need to keep her home from school, unless the swelling is enormous.

Now, if we could just have a cure that LASTED and not play the Is It or Isn’t It game every morning, dreading to look at her eye, knowing we have no other option.

I might even get the rest of this blessed essay written.

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So we waited for over an hour and it was all over in five minutes.

by Penbleth on Wednesday 12 October, 2011

Actually, that is about the sum of it.

Today was 13′s six month check up with her neurologist. Early out fo school, early out of work for Hub, trip home through crazy road works and another trip to the hospital.

Then wait.

And wait.

And get really, really warm while we – WAIT.

And then start to get narked and mutter to Hub that AN HOUR has passed and if they don’t get on with it I’m going.

And then see another woman get the steely eye for complaining to the receptionist. Frankly I had limited sympathy for her, she had only been there half an hour and her child was playing as happily as could be, grow some spine woman.

Eyeball the clock. Mutter. Eyeball the clock some more.

Finally a different doctor, bottom in the chair, “how has she been?” “Oh good, see you in six months.”

O-kay. I get it. The last person took an hour, you’ve split up and everyone is going to get the quick in and out treatment now.

Thanks, I could have told you that on the ‘phone, or email.

Sigh.

It’s all fun and games in the going to appointments world, till someone’s child loses their patience, then it’s bedlam.

What joy.

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The one where plans and “aft gang aglay” come to mind.

by Penbleth on Tuesday 11 October, 2011

So I have started a course. I have made a lot of progress. I have an essay to write. I have notes, I have research, I have the “when IS that deadline, could I procrastinate longer?” I have the, “no, I AM going to write this up today and then it will have time to marinate and self-improve before the deadline.”

I have 13 home from school.

She has the cold we have all had, forever, or since the start of September, same difference I suppose. She is cutting her wisdom teeth, perhaps the cause of the restless nights we have had lately. She looks like she has done ten rounds with the world heavyweight champion.

We had this all through the summer, waking with swollen eyes, she has had drops, ointments and saline eye washes. As the day progresses her eyes open more, the swelling decreases but in the mornings things don’t always look good. This morning is obviously one of those mornings. It’s not contagious but only being able to open your eyes a sliver isn’t a great look, so home she is today.

The joy of the long distance learner, balancing writing with child care. I can do it, just not on a computer. Oddly I seem to need to grab pen and paper and get the first thoughts down on that before I can consider writing it up digitally. I thought perhaps I would have got over that with all the time I spend attached to a keyboard and monitor but apparently not.

Old school, I can deal with that.

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