Tuesday, June 8, 2010

My week as a troll

There have been some requests for my story of what happened last week.  Okay, there was one request.  But I know everyone else is dying to know. 

Memorial Day was amazing.  The short version: Running, Mountain Biking, Swimming, Volleyball, Family, Cafe Rio.


Because of all the busy-ness and my habit to procrastinate.  I had BIG plans to wake up early, skip my run, and work on lesson plans, and routines for my kids this summer.   I didn’t want them to have one day to play video games and other nonsense and think that is what to expect this summer.   Because I had big plans.  

5:00 AM:  “Bella’s Lullaby”  flows nicely in my ears.  (that’s my alarm clock song right now.)   I tried to open my eyes.   OUCH!   PAIN!  

I can’t.   so I keep them close and fall back asleep. 

5:30 AM:  same thing.

6:00 AM: again.  you get the idea.

At about 8:00,  It’s just too late to sleep anymore.  Dang it.  I didn’t get up and plan.  My whole summer is ruined.   But wait, there is something worse than that.  I can’t open my eyes.   

I tried to open them very slowly. no. that hurts.   Come on, Sara, slowly.   After about 30 minutes of this, I get them open.  I go to the bathroom to see what it wrong with them, but the light is excruciating.  I can’t take it. 

I must have an eye infection.  It will be better soon.

I squint my way down the hall and check on the kids.   They are all huddled around the computer playing a very educational game, but I still don’t like it.   What is worse is that one glance at the screen makes me want to curl up in a ball and cry.   I then proceed to Mark’s office and do that. 

The longer I was awake the more used to the light I got.  So we all got ready for swim lessons.  It’s only a 5 minute drive, but I was so lucky I got there safely with all the squinting, and watery eyes, and blinking.  That was stupid.   It was chaos getting the kids to their classes.  At least it felt like it because I couldn’t   see.              I got the help of a lifeguard, and  squinted just enough to be able to walk.   I felt Stupid.   I finally sat down, put my hands over my eyes and created a little hole to watch Abigail from.   I know.    It must have looked so weird, but it felt so good.   About then, I realized that I should not be there.   As soon as I got home, I went to Mark’s office, laid down, and put my arm over my eyes for at least half an hour - maybe an hour.  


I literally could not open my eyes after that.   It hurt so bad.   Keeping my eyes closed, I felt my way downstairs to get Abigail a bottle.   And then I cried.   Emma always says that grown ups don’t cry because she never sees us cry.  Well, she saw me that day.  A lot.  After a prayer,  it took me 30 minutes or more to open them.   I should have been worried at this point, but for some reason, I still thought it was an eye infection that would pass.   I wanted to call the doctor, but I wasn’t sure who to call, I couldn’t drive, and it just seemed hard. 

After a couple hours of getting used to light again, (and by light I mean a house with no lights on and all the blinds closed) My mom called.   “how are you doing Sara?”   “Oh, horrible.”  I said. 

She told me to call the doctor.  RIGHT AWAY!!!  

Mothers are a blessing. 

My little brother, Gunnar, drove me to the eye doctor.  Even though he had lots of work to do.   He waited while I got my prescription eye drops.

Gunnar is a blessing. 

So, what was the matter with my eyes?  I had two ulcers on my cornea.  Just on one eye.  I’m not sure why they were both hurting so bad, maybe one had sympathy pains for the other.    Corneal ulcers are not a huge deal, but it not treated, they can cause blindness.    So thanks goodness for my mom who is so wise and sent me to the doctor.   

The next four days consisted of living in a dark house, having my own chauffeur, putting eye drops in every hour, seeing the eye doctor every day, being incredibly tired and doing lots of schoolwork with the kids.  (I love schoolwork).  I also created a great schedule and charts and things for this summer.  (I love charts)

I know there are thousands of things I don’t think about and appreciate.  Sight was one of them.  Probably because it’s so obvious.  Of course sight is great, la de da.   But Imagine living without it.

It’s AMAZING!!, and I hope I will think more often about the great joys in my life and give thanks. 



Thanks for sharing! That is so scary. I would rather be deaf than blind. I would love to see your "charts" for the summer. Maybe I can adapt some of your ideas for my older kids. They are already wanting to stay up late with all the neighbors and do a campout in the backyard. Yikes!

Mom and Dad

Sara, based on my eye history I suggest you see an eye specialist right away. Love you, John

Mark Ward

But would you rather be dumb than blind? *snicker*

By the way, her charts are awesome. I've never seen our kids so excited to do their chores and learn. By the time we wake up, the kids have usually already got dressed, cleaned their rooms (including making beds) had breakfast, and are asking if they can do Math or Science or Spanish. It's amazing! Good job Sara.

Oh, and the greatest part, is their "reward" is one hour of playing a video game that teaches them more math, typing, grammar, etc.


Wow! That sounds awful. I had pink eye for 4 months and had incredible sensitivity to the light. Everyday I would say a prayer that I'd get to work safely. Scary.

Glad you got it taken care of!!

Oh, and thanks for saying hello the other day! You're so sweet!


Oh, this sounds awful. I can't believe you didn't totally freak out first thing in the morning. I would have. You're a brave soul.

Please post pictures of the charts! I need help coming up with creative learning experiences for my child and I can never figure out how to organize them.


Wow! Scary story! Glad things are getting better! :)