Quiet moment at home with Burnsie

I spent the past week and a half in Albuquerque at Anna’s getting royal nursing care following my eye surgery on October 6. My son, Brian, took care of my animals since I was restricted from driving.

Get-well card coverI got my physician’s green light this past Friday, so as I write this I’m back home at Las Golondrinas enjoying “Indian Summer” weather in the high desert.

I say I stayed in Albuquerque, but that’s not entirely true. I fudged a bit. I couldn’t help it. I Talked Anna into driving me 30 miles south to my place a couple of times during my recovery week. I missed my animals.

Yeah, I know. I’m a wuss. And an animal lover. And a push-over when it comes to all creatures great and small. My boys didn’t help my resolve to enjoy my time away. They sent me a get-well card with a donkey on it that made me laugh out loud when I saw it. The bug-eyed burro on the card reminded me of my three who stand staring through chain link fence to watch me get out of the truck whenever they hear the gate opener swing the iron gate open into my driveway.

Get-well card inside textFunny how, for all the frustration they cause me, with their “cribbing” and wandering and teeth-rattling braying, when I’m gone, I miss them and I can’t wait to have them gathered around me again, eager for me to scratch their long fuzzy ears.

So the get-well card with a “nice ass on the front” DID make me feel better and getting my hands on my Burnsie in my lap and getting my fingers on my donkeys’ long ears made me feel my world was whole again!

As the voice of Westminster Dog Show, Roger Caras, used to say: “[Animals] are not the whole of our lives, but they make our lives whole.”

Joseph Harvill, Scottiephile

Quiet moment at home with Burnsie

As you read this blog post I’m recovering from eye surgery. A corneal implant lens I’ve had for 18 years lost its ‘tethering’ connections inside my right eye and dropped into the vitrius fluid at the back of my eye. My eye surgery called for two specialists operating in tandem, one, a back of the eye specialist, to fish out the old defunct lens and another, the front of the eye corneal specialist, to suture in a new corneal lens.

The procedure took about three hours and following current protocol I was locally numbed but awake to ‘watch’ the tweezers poke and prod inside my eye! I’ll spare you the details.

All went well. I have a very sore eye, minimal vision so far out of that affected eye, but improving each day. The doctor says I’ll be seeing good as new in a couple of weeks.

Blogger after eye surgeryAnna went with me to the post-op exam the day after my surgery. We both had a royal laugh afterward over what Anna called my “sarcasm”. An officious medical tech, with all the tenderness of a mother wolf who just whelped a dozen pups, pulled off the surgical patch over my eye and proceeded with vigor and dispatch to attack the overnight secretions that welded my eye lids shut. Her tool of choice felt like a rusty piece of barbed wire and about the third time she poked my swollen eye I said, “Excuse me. There’s a sore eye under there.”

How could I know my Mrs Quasimodo was deaf as well as Vice President of the Sadist Society? — or so it seemed to me, because my words had no effect on the ‘barbed wire’ eye assault, exacerbated by her widening devilish grin.

Anna reports by the third time I said “There is a VERY SORE EYE under those eye lids!!!” the animus in my tone reached levels of paralinguistic vitriol that set records in New Mexico. In fact, she affirms that my words, in any language, could only be paraphrased, not translated, conveying the meaning: “If YOU poke my %!!@#()^^ eye again, Dragon Lady, YOU’RE DEAD MEAT!!!”

Song writer, John Legend, says in one of his song, “I love all of you, all your curves and all your edges, all your perfect imperfections . . .”. Great lyrics. Great sentiment that I hope includes my brand of “sarcasm” and patient edginess. AND, I hope that generous “… all your perfect imperfections” includes techs who forget what their roughness feels like.

I know this. God help the blind saints in heaven if my ophthalmology ‘Dragon Lady’ preps their eyes for a miracle!

Stay tuned.

Joseph Harvill, Scottiephile