Sarah was here last week with smallest brown dog P-Nut. Here P-Nut is looking hopefully out the door for Sarah to return from working in the yard, running, or bicycle riding. Sometimes there was even a little crying involved, despite my trying to reassure her that Sarah would indeed come back.
P-Nut isn't the kind of dog that enjoys being petted, but I've learned that if I cover her with a blanket or fleece jacket she will tolerate my putting a hand over the fleece. Prior to her rescue, I think she had a hard life.
Sarah was here because I had cataract surgery on my right eye. It was a fast-growing cataract, originally scheduled for surgery when things were shut down. When I went in for the surgery I could barely see with that eye and now . . . I can see well. Truly a miracle surgery for me.
Of course, I worried more about the surgery than I should have. Partly, most likely, from being isolated those weeks ahead of time. When I went for testing two days prior to the surgery it was the first time I'd been anywhere except for pick-ups at the grocery or pharmacy or (yay!) the quilt shop. Suddenly I found myself in a large medical building with many people, elevators, masks everywhere. It was a little shocking.
Next week, most likely, surgery on the other eye, and then the eyes should be equally slightly near-sighted.
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