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Friday, February 11, 2011
"Bomb His Eyes"
That's what the newer new eye doctor said after she'd peered into Bobby's peepers Wednesday afternoon. This is the doctor Bobby's older new eye doctor referred him to after months of difficulties following his cataract surgeries.
"The eyes are infected," she said. "No other problems. No detachments ..."
"I could give him an injection right now before he starts on the drops ..." she said.
"No!" said Bob. "No needles in my eyes."
"Weak," she whispered to me. "You men are weak."
"Don't generalize," I said. "I'm fine with a needle in his eye."
So we continue with the drops we've been using since December, but now we pop them every hour. We also dilate four times a day.
And he's improving.
Light no longer affects him the way it did the old cheesy vampires in those Universal pictures from the '40's. He smiles now and then. He's not as grumpy as he was, not as mean, as downright cruel.
He prayed a rosary last night for the sake of peace in Egypt.