I Lost a Year....

...and I shall be very happy if I don't find it again. Things are now improving, Bossman is walking again, no longer needing morphine for his back pain, PSA levels are rock bottom, and we just need to wait for the hospital to send for him to sort out his eyes. The left is a straightforward cataract operation, the right eye is slightly more complicated. The TIA in May left him unable to move the eye to the right, only to the left, and he doesn't seem to be able to move it in co-ordination with the left eye either, so he has constant double vision and balance and co-ordination problems. I have cobbled him up a cardboard eye patch from a bit of Christmas card, packing tape and soft paper tape and at home he covers his cloudy left eye so he only sees one TV screen, plate, wife etc., and when he goes out he has a black paper patch on his glasses, or else wears his wraparound sunglasses. The major problem with only using one eye is the inability to judge distances! Cups miss tables, plates miss shelves and boiling water is just as likely to end up in the sugar basin as in the teapot...but who am I to complain? At least he is now able to walk into the kitchen and make himself a drink, and by moving my office chair in there for him to use, he can even cook a meal if I get the ingredients out of high and low cupboards, as he can whizz himself around without any danger of him falling over. He has fallen out of the chair once; he tried to get the potatoes out of the bottom cupboard while I was out shopping and he leant so far forward the chair rolled away from him and he landed on the floor. At first he thought he would stay there until I returned, but he said he was getting so cold that he crawled into the living room onto the carpet, and once there, he was able to pull himself up using the coffee table and the back of the couch. Maybe he needs a safety belt!