It’s been a roller coaster the past couple of weeks at Casa Meatball. I’ve let you in on my various health issues a bit (the major cause of my broke-assery), and while things have been blissfully quiet on that front for a while, I’ve had a scare that I just can’t shake.
Long story short, each of my eyes is experiencing a different cause for concern at the moment. I won’t bore you with the details, but let’s just say it’s not so yum. While neither of these issues are life-threatening or unmanageable, they just plain suck. I’m under close watch, trying new medication, and under orders to rush in if anything suddenly changes. I feel like a time bomb, ready to go off at any moment, without a hint of warning.
Rocking an eye patch, after emergency glaucoma surgery last June.
The hardest thing to manage about my illness is its unpredictability.
I can go months without change, even almost forgetting about it… and then *wham*, there it is, kicking me in the ass, reminding me that I’m never in control of my health. Sometimes I’m at peace with it, sometimes I get down on it, but this time I’ve been angry. This particular brush with it has left me hopping mad, and uncomfortably so.
Anger makes me unproductive and temperamental. It makes me want to sit and stew, lash out at my husband, hide from my friends. It makes me take everything incredibly personally. So I’m acknowledging that anger, and inviting grace back into my mind and heart. I’m fighting for it, because frankly I don’t like myself when I’m under the spell of anger and self-pity. So today, I woke up to work out. The endorphins helped. I’m focusing on my gratitude. To quote one of our wedding vows, I’m turning to my husband instead of turning on him in this time of need. Or at least, I’m trying.

A very young us, circa 2003 BF (Before ’Fro), post cataract surgery.
I’m very lucky to have good doctors, great insurance, and a strong home-support system in my family and friends. I’m blessed to have my eyesight. Honestly, I don’t know if I would trade my illness for health, since it has been a key formative influence on my adulthood and I am proud of who it has helped me become. I just wish I had a little more patience. A little more control, perhaps. And right now, a little more grace. But I’m working on it, one step at a time.
How do you cope with life’s unexpected twists?
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