Visual Disturbance

Robbie was in a much more pleasant mood last night, in fact he was doing his best to be very helpful. So when I mentioned that I was having difficulty viewing the television because a furry interference preventing me from seeing the bottom third of the screen, he assured me that he could see perfectly. He came over to look from where I was sitting, he could still see, he crouched on the floor and finally admitted that there may be a slight imperfection in the picture. I told him that was not what I was seeing, I was losing the whole bottom third of the screen. He got increasingly cross because he couldn't see the problem, so I drew it for him, then he got cross because he had been wound up, but he agreed that moving the sofa a little would solve the problem.

Trouble Afoot

On Sunday evening I had just settled down to do some writing when there was a yell of pain from the bathroom. The yell was followed by a string of expletives and then thunderous bumps that indicated that Robbie was hopping down the stairs. He burst into the lounge groaning in agony and dripping blood onto the floor. Incredibly he had manaed to get glass in his foot again, and he was ranting that someone was deliberately leaving glass around for him to tread on. I'm not sure what made me more angry, his stupid accusations or the fact that he had hopped arround the house leaving a trail of blood instead of calling me to the bathroom to help him. He parked himself on the sofa with his foot resting on a chair waiting for me to remove the glass a procedure not made easier by his yelps of agony or by my less than perfect close up vision when wearing contact lenses. I removed the glass fairly easily, it was a tiny sliver of very thin glass, but shutting Robbie up was more of a challenge. I said that the way he walks must have something to do with it because it never happens to anyone else and the sensible thing would be for him to not walk around barefoot. He wouldn't hear of it, so I have no idea how to avoid further incidents like this. I've had a very close look at the bathroom floor and I can't see or feel any glass. I think it must get trodden in on Robbie's boots, and those boot, just like Robbie's feet are a law unto themselves!

One of Those Days

After the drama and stresses of Sunday and Monday I really needed to be a nice ordinary day. I was so tired that I really couldn't deal with anything else, but Tuesday turned out to be 'one of those days'. I had spent the morning running around after people and I had just settled down in front of my computer when Laura phoned tho say that she was losing peripheral vision and she was scared -me too! Within an hour she could see almost nothing from one eye and the other eye was causing problems too. The GP advised her to go to casualty for tests, but she was really not well enough to do that and instead the GP examined her. He was concerned, but he thought it was probably a retinal migraine and we had to take her home and keep a close eye on her. By the evening there was some improvement but even this morning her vision is not back properly.

I was so scared, but by the evening I hoped that the worse was over - that was until Robbie got a splinter of glass in his foot. He hoped around yelping and he had me inspecting his foot for over half an hour searching for the elusive shard of glass. The search proved fruitless and it seems that it wasn't glass at all, most likely it was his own hard skin causing the problem. I hadn't done any work that day and at this rate I would be working until well past midnight, I felt like screaming, but Robbie's 'splinter that never was' dominated the evening.