Monday, November 11, 2019

eye dread

THE HORROR STORY OF DAD'S EYE PROCEDURE.  NO WONDER I'M SO UPSET.

I DROVE MOM AND DAD TO KAISER SANTA TERESA EARLY MORNING.  HIS LEFT EYE HAD A CATARACT REMOVED.  HE HAS A BAD REACTION TO THE TRANQUILIZER AND TAKES 4 HOURS TO REVIVE.  MOM AND I CALL AILEEN AND MITZI.  WE WAIT.  

HE'S STABILIZED AND I BRING THEM HOME I'M EXHAUSTED.  DAD INSISTS ON STAYING IN THE LIVING ROOM.  HE'S TOLD NOT TO BEND OVER TO AVOID PRESSURE IN HIS EYE SO IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT HE LEANS OVER TO GET THE TV REMOTE HE DROPPED ON THE FLOOR, FALLS FORWARD HITTING HIS EYE ON THE COUCH ARM REST.  INSTEAD OF WAKING ME UP LIKE HE'S DONE COUNTLESS TIMES WANTING TO GO ON MIDNIGHT DRIVES HE WAITS UNTIL MORNING TO TELL MOM AND I.  

ANOTHER TRIP TO EMERGENCY.  HIS EYE IS FULL OF BLOOD AND HE'S PERMANENTLY BLINDED.

ANOTHER TIME I STUFF DOWN STILL ON HIGH ALERT FOR THE NEXT TRAGEDY.

SO THE HORROR IS COMING UP NOW ALLOWING ME TO REGURGITATE THE AGONY AND DREAD.  IT COMES AND GOES IN WAVES.


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