Today I am thankful for…

1.The Opthamologist who happily and cheerfully abandoned her Saturday afternoon off to meet me at her surgery and remove the foreign object* that was embedded in the white of my eyeball and that had made my Thursday and Friday and Saturday morning miserable.

2.The skillful touch that made it possible for her to do so without me even realising it had happened. (”Can I blink while you do this?” “You can blink all you like - it’s done!”)

3.The loving husband and children who wasted several of their precious hours in The City (normally spent shopping) accompanying me to the Optometrist and then the Opthamologist, without complaining (even though I then had an eyepatch on and they called me Winkie and Cyclops for the rest of the afternoon and made pirate “Aaaarghs” at me).

4.The Optometrist who Fit Me In, then phoned The Best Opthamologist in Town At Home on a Saturday because “I don’t want you to go to the Emergency Department and risk getting some butcher who leaves you with impaired vision.”

5.Today my eye feels as if it never happened and I still have the same old Less Than Perfect Myopic Vision I’ve always had.

6.The ability to pay the bills.

* wasn’t officially identified before it fell off the paper onto which the Dr had placed it. From her description, I believe it was the centre of a sequin - you know the tiny circle of plastic that pops out of the hole in the middle? I told you quilting was dangerous.