*Update...* Please see the comments section for an answer to prayer... and for what I consider to be a miracle. :)
On saturday, I woke up with horrible pain and pressure behind my left eye. I took my contact out, thinking it would solve the problem... No such luck! I chalked it up to pink eye-- my eye was quite red-- put eye drops, and simply wore sunglasses while running errands with my Husband.
However, every passing minute seemed to make the pain and pressure worse. So my Husband purchased an eye patch for me, and I happily wore it at home, whilst attempting to complete a research paper for my coursework. It was a bit odd seeing in 2-D instead of the normal depth of field that I am normally accustomed to, but it worked. However, soon I realised with increasing awareness that the light being viewed with my right eye was creating shooting pain in my left-- which was covered.
The misery progressed in such a rapid state after that, that in half of an hour, I was lying on our couch in utter agony! My Husband lovingly put a warm washcloth over my poor eye, while I had to put the patch over the "good" one. Out of sheer desperation, I called my mother to ask her advice. In the middle of the conversation, my Husband removed the cloth, thinking to warm it up again. Granted, my eye was closed, but even so, the "flooding" of light stabbed me to such a degree that I let out a blood-cuddling scream! He had to take the phone, because I was wracked with sobs of pain, too much so to even talk.
After that, he put blankets over all of our living room windows. Still too much light. If either eye got even a hint of the dimmest light, I screamed. And for a girl who has a very high tolerance for pain-- and who cries maybe twice a year-- this was definitley a big deal!
Eventually, we folded up a fleece lap blanket and tied it around my head, which was the only thing that worked to keep 100% of the light out. I took a zillion miligrams of over-the-counter meds and resigned myself to utter boredom. We made the situation fun, though, cracking vampire jokes what not. In the evening, we even had a "blind date"... 'watching' a movie together, meaning that my Husband watched it and I listened, as we cuddled and munched on popcorn. Despite the circumstances, it was an amazing day.
learned to be grateful fo the little blessings which we all take for granted. I mean, how often are we mindful that sight is an amazing gift? I also learned to find humour in adversity, for certainly I must have been a strange sight! I learned to enjoy silence, and to quiet my heart enough to talk to God in a deeper manner than ever before. Last, I was greatly humbled by having to rely on my Husband for everything-- fixing me something to eat, helping me get around, getting things for me, etc. This was especially hard for me, because I am used to being a very independent, self-reliant woman who abhors any display of weakness and who resists affection. Don't I sound like a peach? lol. My Husband loved me and cherished me, though, and showed me the greatest of tenderness and compassion... until I could bear it no more... His love served to thaw another protective layer from around my heart.
Miracles usually do happen to blind people, but typically, the miracle is in restoring sight. My miracle was the opposite... I found my miracle in becoming blind. How truly grateful I am for the little gifts, which are truly big gifts in disguise. :)
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John D.
7/5/2009 12:53:51 am
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7/5/2009 03:10:10 am
Dear Cory,
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7/5/2009 03:44:05 am
John--
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John D.
7/5/2009 12:27:41 pm
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Tricia
8/5/2009 04:01:54 am
Dear Traditional Wife,
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8/5/2009 05:51:28 am
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8/5/2009 06:09:35 am
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Genevieve
11/5/2009 08:22:34 am
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31/5/2009 06:54:48 am
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