So long holiday weekend: nothing but good, right?
On Friday night, I hit a deer. I’m fine, the car is banged up, and the deer is dead. I wanted to stop to see if it was okay and then bring it home and nurse it back to health and adopt it into the family, but I was fairly sure the dumbass was in Deer Heaven. Lani went to the grocery the next day and passed the corpse on the road; she said it died instantly and I didn’t ask for details.
On Saturday, I was working on Lavender’s Blue and noticed that the lines of type on the computer screen were wavy. At first I thought it was a computer malfunction, but then I remembered that I have a macula (membrane behind the retina) that’s looked like swiss cheese for years, and every eye doctor I’ve ever seen has handed me an Amsler grid and told me to check it every day. Which of course I haven’t. So I googled for an Amsler grid and yep, wavy lines and holes. I have AMD. Went to the doctor on Monday who confirmed that and scheduled an appointment for me at the Cincinnati Eye Institute in two weeks, and told me it was very early yet. He didn’t say, “Don’t worry” because there’s no treatment for dry AMD and that there’s a good chance I’m going to be legally blind down the road, all of which I knew as soon as I figured out that those wavy lines were not a malfunctioning computer display. That was a bad, bad moment. Then after the appointment, Lani took me to lunch and we were arguing about something else, and she said, “It’s true, you just can’t see it,” and I say, “Oh, REAL NICE, Rich,” and then we laughed our asses off. Because, you have to admit, that’s funny.
So to cope, on Monday night when I couldn’t sleep, I did mountains of laundry and started reupholstering a chair. In the middle of all of that, I found an envelope buried deep in a laundry basket from two weeks ago from my doctor reporting on my physical. Good news: kidneys and liver are just fine. Bad news: my glucose levels indicate that I’m diabetic. I’m in today for more blood work and a come-to-Jesus talk with the doc, but I already know that I have to change my life. My first thought was, “Now I’m going to have to drink Teresa’s fucking kale milkshake,”(no offense, Teresa) but then I realized that orange juice was probably off the list, too. Always a bright side.
So, a really bad weekend. But as I told my daughter, I’ve survived stage three cancer and I’m living with asthma and polycythemia vera, and at least I have a chance of reversing the diabetes through diet and exercise, so really, that’s all good. I’ll cope with the blindness if and when it arrives, although Krissie and I have always had a plan in place for that since I knew my eyes were a time bomb and her knees are, too. We’re going to move in together, and I’ll push her in her wheelchair and she’ll tell me where we’re going. Together we’ll make one very large, very cranky old woman who’s mobile and can see.
In the meantime, I’m re-habbing furniture and writing a book, fairly secure in the knowledge that next weekend will not be as bad as this one and that I am still the luckiest woman in the universe, especially since Krissie started this blog and made me begin changes that are now going to be non-voluntary, so thank you, Krissie.
Nothing but good times ahead.