Yo Ho Yo Ho

 Ok, first things first. I went to see the doctor this afternoon. He is a retinal specialist so he knows his stuff. I walked in, sick to my stomach with fear. Thankfully, I walked out completely relieved. I have vitreous detachment, which he explained is the gel detaching from your eye or some such nonsense. All I really remember is the doctor telling me I was fine, several times. I have to go back in 5 weeks to make sure everything is as it should be and I must call him immediately if anything changes. No retinal tears. I'm fine. Amen and Amen.

Thank you, Dr. Sullivan. You're pretty fine yourself.

One question. I am not suppose to touch or rub my eye, right? 

Then, you use this fancy gadget to poke me in the eye, of course, only after numbing my eye. 

This aint right, dude. But its ok because I'm fine, thank you Jesus!

I did ask him about continuing to work since I'm at a computer all day and he said, no worries. Reading, which I do every night for hours, perfectly fine. Eye patch, not necessary. This last one was a bitter disappointment. I had an entire post written in my brain about me and my eyepatch while I was being examined. And then, there was this encouragement from my life-long friend, Joanie:

How am I ever going to break it to Joanie that there is no eyepatch in my future? 

There is however, rum in my future, so there's that at least.

And then this gem from our daughter, Lizzie. She's my new favorite child.

 

That's it for tonight. I'm tired and need some rest but I'm fine. 👀