There are no more pirates in my house. Truett had eye surgery to lift his bottom eyelid to protect his cornea which was caused by the Bells Palsy.
Does this keep Truett from slamming into the walls with his scooter!
Not on your life!
However, Truett is making remarkable progress. He is actually dealing with a couple of stained glass jobs, as painful as it may be because he insists on typing the proposals himself. . . with one good eye and now with one squinched up eye. But hey, that's better than one totally patched up eye. Right?
The opthamologist surgeon actually put rubber on his eyelids which we ice down several times a day to keep the swelling down.
Boo! Bells Palsy!
When I look at Truett's left bruised eye I am reminded of an Athabascan Indian story told to us when we went to Alaska. Here's the story.
An Athabascan Indian, a Texan and a Georgian were talking. The Georgian said, "Yeah! I had to lay the law down to my wife. I told her I wanted three home cooked meals a day and the house cleaned when I got home. My wife saw clearly what needed to be done, so the next day my wife had baked ribs and potatoes , asparagus and squash . . . and the house was spic and span."
"Is that right?" said the Texan. "I'm going to lay the law down too!"
So the next day the Texan said, "Yep! I told my wife I was tired of Billy Bob coming home with notes from his teacher about his bad behavior and bad grades at school. So she said she would handle it. Sure enough, she saw clearly and Billy Bob came home with excellent marks and a good report. A man has to do what a man has to do!"
Well, the Athabascan Indian decided he had a few issues at home that needed to be dealt with, such as a filty house, no home cooked meals and slovenly children. So he decided to deal with it like a man.
A week later, the Athabascan Indian, the Georgian, and the Texan met at the diner again. "Well, how did it go?" the Georgian asked to the Athabascan Indian.
"I think it went pretty well," the Athabascan Indian said. "On the first day I couldn't see anything at all. On the second day I still couldn't see anything at all; but on the third day I could see a little bit out of my left eye."
I know I probably screwed up the joke, but when I look at Truett's left eye, I am reminded of the Athabascan Indian and his joke.
I love this man. Now we have to work on that Bells Palsy smile of his!
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