Slicing and dicing and stitching back together

That is not what happened in my sewing room over the past week......it's what happened to me.

Earlier this year during my regular eye check-up the optometrist recommended seeing an opthalmic surgeon about my diminishing range of vison.  A sad fact of being older is that one's skin sags, and if that droopy skin is in one's eye area it does affect one's sight; just imagine those teeny tiny muscles around our eyes straining to keep our lids open, leading to eye tiredness and a narrowing of our field of vision, as the surgeon explained it.  A date was duly made to have the offending skin dealt with - then the world fell apart, and that date was cancelled.  It was eventually rescheduled so last Monday morning I duly presented myself to hospital, was poked, prodded and spiked, given some happy juice, sliced, diced and stitched back together as mentioned above, bandaged up, and sent on my merry way looking like Dr Frankenstein's monster.

However all is now well, the swelling is going down, the bruising isn't quite so technicolour, and the sutures will be removed in just over a week from now.  Nothing much could be done for a few days (which is very boring) but now I can wear my glasses again so can read on my tablet without having the font enlarged to the point of ridiculousness, and I can knit.  I am already noticing quite a difference in how far I can see vertically and horizontally, so the discomfort will be worth it.  

There were no selfies taken.  Two black eyes is not a good look.  I know this from past experience; 20 years ago I was accidentally hit on the bridge of the nose during Scottish country dancing.  I stayed upright (not sure how, it was quite a whack) but did see stars, and had two black eyes as a result.  Fortunately it was the start of a fortnight's school holidays so by the time I had to go back to work much of the bruising had settled.

This is a roundabout way of saying there are no pictures of my week's achievements, because nothing was achieved.  Revisiting some of the photos on our computer, these were taken in Canberra several years ago in the garden of the National Gallery of Australia.

I don't know what the berry is - perhaps it's poisonous?  Blue plants often seem to be, and this is very blue.  The red flower is a Grevillea.

I don't know this one either, but it's pretty.  Even though it's pink.  Pretty sure it's a native.

If you have left a comment on my blog and I haven't replied, you are a 'no-reply' blogger and might want to look at changing your settings; I haven't been ignoring you, I always reply if possible!  Elaine from Vancouver left a comment recently and I appreciate your visit, but couldn;t let you know.

"It is the part of true politeness, after introductions, to explain to each person introduced something of the business or residence of each, as they will assist in opening conversation.  Or, if one party has recently returned from a foreign trip, it is courteous to say so."

I suspect overseas tripping has been curtailed for good, so that's out as a topic of conversation, isn't it?

Enjoy your days!