Happy Father’s Day everyone! My dad was a unique soul. A rock musician most of his life, then a photographer after becoming blind. Yep, you read that right … BLIND! He was still able to see some light after a rare ocular melanoma and subsequent surgery took his sight. He described his remaining sight as if he was looking through a clear shower curtain with Vaseline smeared all over it. My dad loved photography but never thought it would be an option for him again, but it was! He persevered and began photographing what he could see, shadows, light and darkness. The results were simply amazing. Sadly my dad passed away a few years after being diagnosed and losing his sight. I am thankful that he didn’t let his disability stop him from seeing the beauty in the world around him and that he was so willing to share his perspective with others. His legacy remains one he can certainly be proud of. I know that I sure am.
Well, I hope you all have a day where you celebrate a really cool guy!!!
Reese was awake and playful at 2 a.m. this morning. Oh dear lord. She did finally go back to sleep … I did not. I dozed for about 20 minutes here and there until about 6:30 when she was up for good … and so was I. All in all, I think I slept about four hours max. An ugly … broken … four.
Then I got to go to one of my favorite doctors appointments all year, ophthalmology. Um. No. Not really. My father died of a rare ocular melanoma so I am checked twice a year, once by my optometrist and the other by my ophthalmologist. Then once every other year my ophthalmologist does a big testing, including but not ever limited to, an eye ultrasound. Today was that day.
As if this day wasn’t fun enough, durning my ultrasound the machine was making an UN-GODLY high pitched sound … with my head in it. I expected dogs to come running. When I asked what the deal was with the machine the tech told me that it had been sent to Germany to be fixed and it returned doing that. Um … swell.
Anyway, with the lack of sleep I ended up with a mild headache. This is not uncommon for me, but adding in the high pitch tone (seriously, it could have woken dead dogs) and the light sensitivity from my eyes being dilated (not to mention the FLIPPEN stress of all the tests) it made for a fairly miserable morning for me. Big sigh …
Well, I hope you all have a day where you don’t feel like your head is going to explode!!!