Hello
Everyone. I’m going to have to quit reading blogs. I’m not sure for how long. I might keep posting; I'm praying about that. As I
explained earlier, I was waiting for cataract surgery. It was getting hard to
read on my laptop. My left eye is the worst, my right eye is much better than
that one. I see now, as I sat down to write my post today that reading is even
harder than before. I was also getting headaches then.
My surgery
was scheduled for last month but I did not have it. It is a strange story why I
didn’t. I was preparing for the operation. I was supposed to buy two kinds of
eye drops from the drug store, one was an antibiotic. I had to take them three
days before the operation. I went to the store 4 days before and they didn’t
have that antibiotic. They needed my doctor’s permission to change to another
one. It was a holiday weekend, so it was difficult. They finally got the new
prescription and called me. I went and got it. I wouldn’t be able to take more
than one dose before the operation because I had gotten it so late.
The night
before I was to start taking it I remembered something. When I had been in Nevada
15 years ago, I had a strange, clear bump on the white of one eye. I went to a
clinic and he prescribed an antibiotic. I took it at my sister’s house and
immediately became weak and almost fainted. I was shocked by this. I went to
the clinic the next day and told the doctor what happened. He said, “I’ve been
a doctor for 25 years and I’ve never had this happen to a patient.” I guess
that meant he thought I was lying. He told me they would put a drop in while I
was there, so they did. It took a few minutes until I felt faint. They took my
blood pressure etc. and had to put me in a bed. The doctor was shocked too.
So, here I was
remembering this. I had told these doctors I wasn’t allergic to any drugs. I
had just forgotten about it, but now I felt so stupid. My husband told me to
just go and have the operation. I had put the other drops in for the 3 days. I
had read the directions and it said not to touch the eye with my hands or
anything else, even the top of the bottle. Well, the morning of the operation I
decided to cut my bangs. They were way too long. I cut them and three pieces of
hair fell in my bad eye. Yes, that’s right, not one but three. I had to dig
them out with a tissue. So, I’m standing there wondering if God wants me to not
have the operation. I said to him, “I’ll go to the hospital. If you don’t want
me to have this operation, please make me get sick.”
My
granddaughter, Faith, drove me to the hospital and as we were walking to the
elevator I became sick. I ran to a bathroom. Afterwards, I told my granddaughter
to go and tell them I couldn’t have the operation. She did.
Well, that
is where I am at now. I can read on my tablet, but not my laptop. I find it
difficult to read blogs on the tablet. I guess the next step should be
that I get tested for allergies to different antibiotics. I did get sick last
year from Macrobid. Who knows how many others? I do wish I had remembered about
the eye drops sooner, but I’m very glad God stopped me from the operation. I
read later that people past 60 years old sometimes die of eye antibiotics.
Their hearts just stop and they can’t get them going again.
My daily
life with God has been wonderful. He is the strength of my life; he is my
strong tower I run to and I am safe; he is my light in darkness. How I wish
everyone on earth would just give him a chance, if they would just, “taste, and
see that the Lord, he is good.”
