It’s been two weeks
since I was at my GP’s asking for an appointment with the hospital to see an
eye specialist. Not had letter so far. Kind of dreading the letter coming as I
don’t want bad news, but at the same time, I would like to know its just part
of my eye condition what I am seeing. Nothing but a fingerprint on the bottom
of my eye.
Every day I worry about my Son developing my eye condition.
Every time he looks for something and can’t find it, my heart misses a beat. I
saw him the other day or should I say night, reading something in the moonlight
and thought, thank God. But then he asks where something is and I tell him
exactly where it is and he can’t find it.
If I can’t really cope with my eye sentence, then how can I
support him if he develops it?
He has only seven days left at college. Will he achieve his
exam results? If he does, it will be by the skin of his teeth. I hate that
expression. Hehehe but it’s a fact. Right on the knuckle.
Only a few weeks till our holiday. So much to do before hand
and I can’t seem to get it all done. Dogs to vaccinate for one and make sure
they have all their flee treatments and so on. Dog food to order and a disk to
buy for my old girl Black beauty, in case God forbid, she gets lost. I have one
trip to book too. One tour. At the price of them, one will be enough.
Have to strip the bed
and clean the sheets today, I will spend time later teaching and then cook tea.
I also have a call with my bf. Best friend/brother. He and I can talk for
England, but today will have to be a bit shorter, as I also have to phone our
plumber again. Really, crazy.
Yesterday Hub went to Manchester to see where the guide dogs
get their training whilst in kennels. Poor babies. They are there for four months.
There were over a hundred dogs.
Tomorrow he is in Leeds. But today at his office. And another
night I can say he will be home. Oh it’s great. One more thing needs to happen
this year for me to crack open the champagne. OK, until later dear Bloggets.
With love.
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