Left Eye Airlines Is Gaining Altitude
Another day, another update from the increasingly complicated flight deck known as my left eye.
And today, I actually have some good news:
I can see a little better.
Not 20/20; throw away the glasses; read the bottom line of the eye chart better.
But better.
Since Friday, I’ve been taking three different eye drops, four times a day. At this point, administering eye drops has basically become a part-time job.
Morning: drops.
Later: drops.
Afternoon: drops.
Evening: you guessed it... more drops.
But something appears to be happening.
The strange horizon-indicator view I've been describing is changing again. When I look straight ahead, there is still a visible bubble at the very bottom of my field of vision.
So apparently, the complimentary vinaigrette service aboard Left Eye Airlines is finally running low. 🥗
The bubble hasn't completely disappeared, but I'm able to see a bit better through the left eye than I could before.
I'll take it.
Unfortunately, while my eye may be improving, the rest of my body has apparently filed several complaints about the treatment plan.
The antibiotics are absolutely wrecking my stomach.
I don't tolerate antibiotics particularly well to begin with, and my stomach has made its position on the matter extremely clear:
NO THANK YOU.
Then we have the steroids.
Those aren't upsetting my stomach.
They're doing something much more dangerous.
They're making me hungry.
Not regular hungry.
Steroid hungry.
The kind of hungry where you eat something and your stomach immediately asks:
"That was the appetizer, right?"
So the current recovery scoreboard looks something like this:
Left eye: improving. 👁️
Bubble: still hanging around at the bottom. 🫧
Stomach: protesting the antibiotics.
Appetite: apparently preparing for hibernation.
Arm: still healing from my recent disagreement with my prosthetic, gravity and the carpet.
The photos continue to make everything look considerably more dramatic than it feels, especially the arm. But compared with where things were just a few days ago, I'll happily take incremental progress.
And perhaps most importantly, Captain Niel seems to be getting a little more visibility from the cockpit.
We're not at cruising altitude yet.
The seatbelt sign is definitely still illuminated.
But for the first time in a few days, I think we may actually be able to see the runway.
And the vinaigrette?
Almost off the menu. ✈️👁️🥗🫧
