Ok so this is what I look like right now.
I'm not sure what that blue thing is by my head and the scowl is because I have my right eye closed and can't open it due to icky stuff coming out of it.
I have been in the hospital all afternoon. I landed there only to get a silicone contact lens stuffed in my eye with a hose attached and a saline solution dripping into my eye in an effort to wash out all the nasty stuff that had gotten in there. Then I had to wait an hour for the drip to go through and then another hour before the doctor was able to see me. Both eyes had been affected but the one eye seemed to be on the mend while the other one wasn't. So there I sat listening to the nurse cleaning the bum of some poor woman who had had diarrhea for several days and wasn't able to clean herself and now had, in effect, a severe case of diaper rash. This was not the most pleasant thing to have to listen to. Worse still was the fact that I had polished off three cups of tea and no solid food for quite a while. The tea pees were affecting me with every drip of saline solution that entered my eye. I lay there wondering if I could sneak off down the hall with the whole thing still connected to my eye and if anyone would notice a lunatic with a hose in her eye and tears running down her cheek into her shirt collar as she sought out the facilities. After an hour of the saline solution dripping into my eye while I crossed my legs (tightly) and then the drip stopping and the contact lens now starting to hurt because there was no longer any fluid dripping into it to help with lubrication, I finally couldn't wait any longer. I gingerly sat up and felt for the edge of the tape holding the whole apparatus in place and eased the contact lens out of my eye. Then I gingerly stepped out into the hall looking for a likely door with a lady in a skirt or some such thing. Let me tell you how good it is to rid yourself of some fluid that you don't want to be there but have had to hold onto to for far too long.
I got back in my room and the contact lens was still on my pillow where I had left it. Shortly after a nurse came in to remove the lens and so I apologized and explained my dilemma and why I was no longer lying with the lens in my eye. She understood..... I'm thankful for that. She then told me I would have to wait about an hour before the doctor would see me to put more stuff in my eye. By this time my eye was gummed up with some icky looking stuff that was starting to concern me. That was when the visions started. I looked at the walls for a while and read the eye chart about 15 times... you know... the one that starts with a very large E that if you can't read it you are in serious trouble. I got up and walked back and forth, I sat down, I read labels I tried to get my severely gummed up eye to open (but it was stuck) and then I had my first vision.
I sat there and started to dream of drop spindling and some lovely merino and silk rovings in an undulating red and purple and of a nifty little Turkish spindle that I had bought in Olds. Like what was wrong with me!..... I could have brought it with me and had a lovely 20 metres spun while I waited for the doctor. Take it from me.... always bring a supply of fibre and a drop spindle with you in your purse. You never know when you might need it.
I digress. Anyway eventually the doctor came in and dropped some more drops into my eye (which were a nasty messy yellow) and had a good look. He pronounced me to be fit to leave and that my eye would undergo some swelling and irritation for a few days but would be as good as new after that. No sh--! I must say that I am glad to hear it but three hours in the hospital listening to an old lady get her bum cleaned was not a great way to find out. Oh well.... all's well that ends well.
In the meantime look what Hubby and E/P were doing at home.
This is Hubby removing the old shower stall.
This is E/P who didn't want his picture taken and so produced his butt at the crucial moment.
This is the corner where the shower was. It had to go out through the window.
The bathroom window is out and plastic will do the trick for the next twenty-four hours.
The shower made it upstairs.
They started to drill the hole for the plumbing. It looks pretty good there in the corner.
The shower had to come in through the door... the front door that is.
Like the window, the front door got a coating of plastic for the night.
The jacuzzi came in the front door and sits waiting in the living room for it's final move to the downstairs bathroom.
Wow and this is the worst of our bathroom renovations and we are getting there with them.... I'll be glad when the shower is hooked up again. Anyway... I guess we will see how my eye is doing in the morning.
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