Tomorrow, I’m going for my second eye surgery this year. My right eye is the victim this time—that happens to be my “good” eye. The left has almost no vision. After the surgery, I will be blind for a while. About six hours after the surgery, we take off the eye patch. I will still have very little vision because I need to wear a contact lens. It will be two weeks before I can wear it. I’m worried about how I will manage.
Mrs. Lion has made some preparations for my surgery. We have an inexpensive wheelchair that she bought a few years ago. We plan to use it to get me from the car to our bedroom. After my last surgery, the lingering effects from the anesthesia made me too weak to get up the three steps from the garage to the house. I collapsed. Mrs. Lion bought a portable ramp (12 feet long) that she installed in the garage. Now, she can wheel me into the house. Yuck! I hate being an invalid.
The surgery will interfere with any plans to restore our disciplinary relationship. Until my eye has a chance to heal, I guess we’ll be mostly vanilla. That’s not much of a change since we have gotten out of our usual routine. We’ve discussed our options several times but don’t seem able to get going. The surgery will add another delay.
Mrs. Lion’s shoulder has been giving her trouble. That’s another reason why my bottom is rarely spanked. It’s also why we can’t snuggle the way we like. It hurts her to lie in that position. Even without the snuggles, having her with me makes life exciting and fun. After being together for over 22 years, it’s better than ever. I’m very lucky.
I’ll post again when I can read my screen.
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