From there we found ourselves on the phone with her ophthalmologist’s office asking for an appointment. Maybe something? Why not try. Turns out she is producing more tears. Her ulcers are healing but not yet gone. Here is the kicker–one of her contacts was torn. I used to wear contacts. You? Putting a torn one in your eye hurts. Do that on top of a corneal ulcer and Frida’s behavior over the weekend makes a lot of sense. So a new contact (and an old one put back in place), two more weeks of the cone and the full complement of meds. Ouch, but it beats the alternative.
She seems better now, but they numb her eyes to help with the exam. We’ll know more once the local wears off. This afternoon she walked a mile and a half with her eyes mostly open. Still listing to the left, but I am training her to walk to my left and recognize that a click from my mouth (the sound you make when riding horses) means bring it to the right. The melting snow banks are right at her eye level. I’ve got to keep her away. A week of 4o degree days may do a lot to help. She’s crashed on the bed now. Dreaming of running, it seems. A heck of a day for us all.
Local and ride a 54cm road bike? Buy this. A terrific price and a wonderful machine.
Time to make dinner. Take care.