IRISES

Captain Butterfly bought this lovely bunch of irises - kind of appropriate for my recovery from a Cataract op I guess - and also these two cyclamen to replace the African violets which sadly died. 

Hopefully my recovery is going well in these early days.   He is on full time care duty - putting my drops in and making meals etc, but I seem to be coming back on line bit by bit.

It is a very strange business, the operation. The actual thing itself takes about 10 minutes.  You feel nothing beyond some pressure and see nothing but a bright light that you told to look into.  Well, I was told to look just below the light which I did. Your head is tilted back and kept still, and your blink mechanism apparently stops functioning. 

Amazing.

But the preliminaries took a long time, and there is a bit of aftercare too - lots of post-op instructions.  We arrived at the Clinic at 10:30 and left just before 2:00.

All the staff were so lovely - kind, patient, funny and explained everything very well.  And that makes such a difference.  The problem is that all the extra moving about - not a lot of it - but getting in and our of difficult chairs in various waiting rooms has flared up my arthritis.

Captain Butterfly is being a tower of strength.  He has cancelled his weekend's detecting to be here.  And so I very much hope it is not this weekend of all weekends that the lads find the Hoard of Gold - the long lost  treasure chest of King Canute (assuming he lost one)!

I would never hear the last of it. 

I got back to the Hall for the Sunday meeting, albeit in Pixel form. The congregations worldwide are doing a very interesting study of Jacob's inspired deathbed prophecy - and what we can learn from it.