The last two weeks before you close on a house are stressful, unsettling, and sometimes filled with unwanted surprises.  In my case, my unrelenting eye problem decided to re-surface with a vengeance.  I’d been having corneal erosions at night that were getting progressively worse and were waking me up several times each night.  On Sunday morning, I had an episode that started with extreme photosensitivity, requiring me to sequester myself in our home with shades drawn, sunglasses on, and covers over my head.  I felt like I was getting paper cuts to my eyeball repeatedly for hours and hours, while my eye would water and swell to the point of not being able to open all the way.  By Sunday night, Rob had to feed me my dinner (as in actually spoon it into my mouth) because even keeping one eye open would cause the affected eye to get that “paper cut” feeling.  So I basically kept my eyes closed for 30 hours.  Rob had to stay home on Monday and tend to H.  He’d occasionally deposit Holden in bed next to me and Holden would nurse.  I could smell Holden and feel his soft baby skin, but not being able to look at him was killing me.  On Monday night  I was able to see the ophthamologist, who gave me numbing drops so he could look at my cornea.  The drops took the pain away instantly and it was like heaven.  His exam revealed that yes, my cornea is continuing to erode.  He gave me the same options as last time….contact lens bandage for a temporary fix or the same surgery I had in September, which worked pretty well for a few months but did not take away the problem altogether.  I opted for the temporary contact lens bandage since I didn’t think I could coordinate packing, work, taking care of H, and preparing for H’s first birthday party while hopped up on vicodin and recovering from surgery.  The contact lens bandage is helping immensely, but my vision is still not too hot in my one eye.  Everything is still blurry, and my depth perception is off.  On my way to work, I almost got hit by a bike and then practically tumbled down some stairs because I couldn’t gauge the distance from one step to the other very accurately.  I can’t drive, either.

And doing multi-channel pipetting with double/blurry vision is EXTREMELY challenging:

Despite those difficulties, I managed to make some progress at work today, so all was not lost.  I also found out today that I will have an office at work again, which is GREAT news!!!  After work, I walked to the sitter to pick up H, where I discovered that his playmate had bitten him on the forearm again.  Poor Holden.  It only happens when the babies are in the double stroller together, so the nanny is going to push the heavier baby in the stroller (Holden), while wearing the lightweight baby in a carrier.  Problem solved (hopefully).

During work and everything in between, we fielded calls from the settlement attorney (who alerted us to a mysterious zoning permit that is still open on our property), and an electrician (who claimed that the fire marshal who did our city-mandated inspection was on crack and was asking for things that weren’t possible).  Probably the worst part of this move has been trying to hand over the association accounts to the other owners.  All of the major accounts (including the commercial checking account) were in my name, so I’ve had to do a lot of work to get things transitioned smoothly to the downstairs owners (yes, the same downstairs owners whose daughter despises my son).  It’s kind of a long story and not worth recounting here, but one of the things that came about from all of this account-shuffling was the fact that the downstairs folks had essentially been double-billed for the past 3 years on their hot water heater rental.  So I had to cut them a check for almost $500 out of the account!  I have to pay the last few common expenses from that account, wait for the checks to clear, and then can FINALLY transfer the balance to them.  Whew.  I guess I can add “managing a condominium association” to my resume, for whatever it’s worth.

My folks are flying in from West Virginia on Friday for Holden’s huge birthday bash on Saturday.  I am so excited to see them, but dang, I have a TON of shit to do.  And then it’s also Father’s Day on Sunday.  And I would like to have diabetes-friendly meals ready to accommodate my mom’s dietary needs during their visit.  And I need to finish shopping for H’s birthday party.  And on Friday the fire marshal comes back to re-inspect our property and look at all of the stuff the electrician said he wouldn’t do.  And then that night I have to go back to the eye doctor and get my eye worked on again.  And my grandfather broke his hip and is in the hospital and I need to send him a card sometime this week.  And my grant isn’t getting written.  And I need to take better care of myself so my cornea will stop eroding…