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Sometimes I am amazed at the remarkable lack of humanity out there. This morning we were greeted by a comment (trashed, of course)wondering how Mrs. Lion could be disturbed by the fact that I’ve had some bleeding inside my eyes. This person suggested that since she doesn’t mind making me bleed, she shouldn’t be distressed by other blood. Bloggers, particularly like us, are sometimes subject to vitriol like this. I’m not sure what kind of person would write this way, but I am pretty sure that if they could find a way to use a crayon to write their garbage they would probably prefer it to the keyboard of the computer.

I had I surgery on Thursday. Fortunately, I do have vision in the surgical eye. Unfortunately, one of the side effects of a drug I need to use after the surgery constricts the pupil of that eye and makes it very difficult for me to see any detail at all. I’m using a voice to text tool to write this post. I’m having another surgery this coming Thursday to clear up the blood in my left eye. Enough medical talk.

We are in the process of moving. I’m absolutely no help. In fact I’m an energy drain for Mrs. Lion. Believe it or not, last night I was horny. I’ve stopped taking the drug that almost certainly inhibited interest in sex. Mrs. Lion was prepared to play with me on Friday night. It turned out that her knee was hurting from her packing activities. We held hands. I love that.

It’s natural to wonder if it makes sense to continue our playing and our FLRD in the face of these medical issues. I jokingly asked Mrs. Lion, how she felt about spanking a blind lion. She wasn’t in favor of it. She was concerned that the thrashing around my cause a problem with the surgery. When she first reacted negatively, I jokingly suggested that I can’t see what she’s doing anyway when she spanks me. I don’t have eyes in the back of my…

She, of course, is right that any stressful physical activity could cause a problem. We can’t exactly ask the surgeon when it’s safe to spank me again, though I imagine it would be the first time he’s heard that one. Maybe we can couch the question by asking when non-lifting physical activity is safe. I can’t lift more than 20 pounds or bend over so that my head is below the level of my heart. Lying with my body on the bed and my legs dangling to the floor, I don’t break that rule.

Speaking of rules, fortunately Mrs. Lion suspended most of them for the time being. I’ve interrupted her once or twice and I know she was annoyed by it. I suppose she can use one of her other non-spanking punishments for those infractions if she wishes. Just no more Irish Spring soap, please! The smell is horrible. The taste isn’t much better.

By the way, if you need to make the type bigger inside a browser just hit <ctrl> +. Each time you hit it the letters get bigger. I think it’s a good sign that I am ready to resume active FLRD and enforced chastity. I’m sure you’re glad too. No one likes endless medical talk, least of all the patient.

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I like to think I’m an optimistic pessimist. I know this is going to suck but I’m hoping for the best. Just before they whisked Lion away for his surgery, the nurse told us they usually use clear eyepatches. Clear! As in see-through. As in maybe Lion will be able to see something. My fingers and toes have been crossed for the past hour.

I doubt he’ll be able to see at first. The numbing agents they put in the eye have to wear off first. And he may not be able to see well, but any little bit helps. The more the merrier.

On the way to Seattle, Lion asked me how I was doing. I told him I was nervous. The last surgery went well an a day later there was bleeding This is a different type of surgery but he could still bleed.

Last night I decided that Lion would be seeing and driving by the time we move. That solves the problem of leaving a car behind when we rent a U-Haul. See? Optimistically pessimistic.

2:30 Thursday — We just got home. Lion can see light but that’s all for now. Getting him in the house was a lot easier than after his neck surgery. It would have to be.

Since Lion didn’t want to use his walker, I suggested he put a hand on each of my shoulders and follow me to the bedroom. I think it worked pretty well. Lion May feel differently.

We got lunch at Burger King drive thru. Lion hadn’t eaten since last night. He did pretty well eating without making a mess. The next test will be a bathroom break. I’m sure that won’t be fun.

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We’re heading out this morning to the surgical center for me to get minimally invasive glaucoma surgery in my right eye. The surgical procedure itself, should take about 10 minutes. It’s a newfangled procedure designed to be as gentle as possible on the eye. When the surgery is finished a patch will be taped over my eye. It will remain in place until my post surgical visit the next morning. Since my left eye has blood in it, blocking my vision, I will be sightless until the patch is removed from my right eye. There is a decent chance some blood will also be in my right eye blocking vision.

This new blood should dissipate in a day or so. At my request, a second surgery is being scheduled to remove the blood from my left eye. This surgery could take place a week after the first. Everyone is doing their best to minimize my loss of vision.

Mrs. Lion is feeling the stress of needing to support me while I can’t see. In her post yesterday, she’s already setting limitations on what she feels she can do. She is feeling pressure to pack our stuff for our move, and babysitting me will certainly interfere with that. I understand. I don’t think she understands how profoundly losing my sight affects me. I’m a visual creature. Sight is the primary way I interact with the world. Our Alexa can change TV channels for me. I don’t think she can adjust the volume or navigate through the program guide or list of recorded programs. I’ll use her where I can.

I’m sure you’re getting tired of our “caring for blind lion” stories. The thing is that we can’t relate to sex and FLRD very well in the face of such powerful hardship. I suppose Mrs. Lion can and will put her paw down as necessary. It will be difficult for her. It will for me as well. If you pray, please send one up there for me. I’ll need all the help I can get.

[Mrs. Lion — My post yesterday was meant to address the fact that Lion fights against help he receives. Of course, I’ll do anything he needs me to do.]

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I don’t consider myself a patient person. My coworkers might disagree. They think I have the patience of a saint with everything that has happened to Lion this year. A less patient person would have killed him a long time ago. Well, maybe not killed him, but certainly put him in his place.

Recently, I’ve reminded Lion that he’s not the only one going through things. As a caregiver, I go through his things (albeit not first hand) along with my things. Lion doesn’t readily admit it, but he likes to be the center of attention. Why else, when I’m wondering how to make eating dinner and breakfast easier for him when he can’t see, would he be worried about whether I’ll be paying attention enough to fast forward through commercials of shows he’ll be “watching”? Most of my ideas lately have been met with “that won’t work” or “why would we do that?” I’m not sure if this is the Lion with the vision, balance and surgery worries or the Lion who knows it all. In either case, he shouldn’t take things out on me. He may need an attitude adjustment.

Lion is not a good patient. He’s not a patient patient. I cannot afford, either time-wise or emotionally, to sit with him the entire time he has the bandage over his eye. I have a house to pack. I’ve decided I’ll pack up what I can in the master bath so I can be near him in case he needs anything. I’ll try to remember to tell him when I leave and enter the room so he can keep track of me. I’ve suggested he allow Alexa to read his Audiobooks to him. He says that’s boring. But he’ll “watch” TV. Okay.

I know he’s afraid his eye will bleed and he’ll lose his sight for longer than a day. I think that’s a valid thing to be concerned about. But I need to set some ground rules. Some of them may fall under the heading of “humor me” but I have a feeling they’ll work. The first is one I suggested last night. I think if he uses the walker he used when he had neck surgery, he’ll feel more balanced and the walker will run into obstacles before he trips over them. He says it will make him feel worse. I don’t care. I think it will help keep him safe.

The second rule is that he has to sleep with his head elevated for the first few nights. I don’t remember if this was a post-surgery guideline with the first eye, but it seems to me if he sleeps flat there’s more pressure in his eyes. He’ll tell me he can’t sleep that way. He doesn’t sleep well anyway. Where’s the harm in trying it my way?

The third rule is that everything is not normal so let’s not try to pretend it is. He wondered what happens if he needs something from his nightstand. I said he should ask. But let’s keep it within reason. He can’t see. How many things can he possibly need from his nightstand? I’m not going to spend all of my time catering to him. As I said, I have a house to pack. He’ll tell me he needs more help because things are not normal. Packing a house solo is not normal either. We all have our crosses to bear.

I won’t punish Lion while he can’t see. Once the bandage is off and he’s past the danger zone, I’ll let him have it. Any punishment he’s accumulated for being difficult will be meted out. He may be sorry he’s encouraged 3.0 to show up.

Okay. Let’s psych ourselves up. We can do this.

[Lion — It may seem that I want things my own way. In some respects I do. Mrs. Lion doesn’t realize how close to the edge I am. I’m not going to walk in a walker. We had experience with them after my spinal surgery. It will be much easier for me if Mrs. Lion takes my arm and steers me away from collisions. I will probably listen to some books as well as TV. TV has the advantage of being familiar and not requiring my full attention. I need things to be as normal as possible. If Mrs. Lion feels overwhelmed by this, I’ll find a way to fend for myself.]

[Mrs. Lion — Never mind. I’ll do whatever Lion needs me to do.]