One of my favorite pictures of my cat, Puck. His eyeballs are all good.
On February 17, my eyeball rebelled against me. Since then, I’ve been chucking different medication in my eye to get things fixed and it has pretty much worked. the pressure had jumped in my eye to 45, which is well above the normal of less than 21. The optometrist gave me a bunch of drops to take and I went back on February 23 for a checkup.
Cinders rests in her respective spot watching over me while I sleep in comfort in my special snowflake blanket, courtesy of George Soros. /s
I am not doing well.
I wrote in a previous post detailing some things that were causing stress in my life. It was not an exhaustive list. My Friend Sandra knew I was having a bad time recently and, under the guise of coming to play with my cats, brought me a red velvet cake to cheer me up. And it worked for a while.
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