Plus One, Minus Several

On the plus side: my double vision, while still double-ish, has greatly lessenend today. Or, to put another way, it’s still double, but not for long. I can realign my vision, mostly, and end up with a single view.

Yay!

So, what’s the negative? My hearing—everything is overdriven. Badly.

Oh, and some peripheral neuropathy — or whatever it is that’s making my legs feel like they have the sensation of freezing, while at the same time they’re hot to the touch. That’s maddening.

So, vision is on its way to normal. Hearing is sort of becoming normal-ish. Can’t tell temperature at all.

Oh: and the camera -did- see the incident. I have the film. It’ll need some editing to make it meaningful. When I’m awake. Or, at least, when I have time.

Life…

3 January — Odin’s 9th birthday: I vaguely recall he crawled up on the bed for a hug. Very, very vaguely.

He handled this all incredibly well.

My memory of conversations from this particular day is now little more than dream-like; no organization or substance. No order or details. I’m told I was “awake” for a short while — an hour or so.

While I’m told this particular day was a milestone of sorts for me, it wasn’t ‘til I was fully awake about two or three days later that I realized this was his birthday.

Is there anybody in there?

1st of January, thumbing through a woodworker magazine. Don’t be fooled—the lights are on but nobody’s home: or, put another way: I’ve no memory of that magazine or flipping its pages. In fact, my memory, I’m told, was only a few minutes long.

They extubated me just a few days prior.

Hello?

Christmas day.

Daisy showed me this and a few others — where, I assure everyone, I’m quite comatose — where I look like I have Happy Feet.

Not true.

If I had to guess, I’d say the feet were trying to find the exit.