Today I saw my Doctor, Todd Cook. He did my eye lid surgery. I finally got the stitches out! For the first time in ten days there is not something under my eye lid to scratch my eye. It feels great. I can see like a normal person, and do not have medication driping from my eye all over the left side of my face. I am very pleased.
This place on my eye is the area that was cut when Jason and I were involved in the head on collision in California. It has not bothered me until now, and I do not know why it did. But it did. Todd, who does this type of surgery as a speciallty, said that contantly pulling the curled lashes out would only cause my eyelid itself to curl into my eye, thus part of it was actually removed.
Now, you all must know something about Todd. He is forty-three years old going on twenty-five. He is what people who know call a trail runner. Not Iowa or eastern trails, he runs to the top of mountains. This year, including yesterday after church, he has run to the top of Mt. Timpanogos 57 times! He goes up any way he can, including up the face. He has also run almost every major mountian in Utah. In a couple of weeks he will be involved in a hundred mile trail race that goes up to the top of the Ogden mountains and then along the top ridge accross the interstate and then on to conclude the 100 mile race. He is a nut. I love it.
I talked to his nurses, two of which went running with him recently and said he is crazy, and they could not ever keep up with him. They run marithons, and said he will not do that because it is just too boring. Really?
Last of all, I am really lonely. My love is gone and I sleep alone. I talk to myself, and struggle to even do a little more than I normally do. Chrisser is the best wife and the most fantastic mother ever. She will be home late Tuesday night, none too soon for me.