After much waiting, and more than a month behind schedule, the season has finally started to change here. We only get two changes, from wet to dry and back again, with lots of heat in between, so the change has been long awaited. For Dean and I it means a shift from air-conditioning and fighting the humidity to enjoying the midnight breezes and embracing the dryness of the air.
Of course not everything goes according to plan.
Dean woke up on Saturday with a redness in his eye, likely caused by leaving his contacts in accidentally overnight after a long midnight shift. By Sunday it looked worse, and Monday saw us at the optometrist with what we thought was a minor eye infection. As it turns out it was something more serious, so it was straight to the hospital. We left a few hours later with a diagnosis of bacterial keratitis, a condition that is not to be messed with.
The treatment is torturous enough. Eye drops every hour, on the hour, for 48 hours. This means no sleep for longer than 59 minutes at a time. A constant state of wakefulness, of fighting the infection.
Let me just say, I’m glad not to be Dean right now. I’m also definitely turned off contact lenses.
We’re almost at the 48 hours as I’m writing this and exhaustion has well and truly settled in. Dean is in surprisingly good spirits considering that he’s experiencing something that armies have used in the past to break their prisoners. He’s relaxing with movies, books and computer games, off work and in recovery. Although I’m working, my freedom as a remote worker means I’ve spent a few hours cuddled up with him typing away on my own things. It’s a lifestyle I feel pretty blessed to have, during times like this in particular.
We’ll be at the hospital again today, for more examinations and bright lights, but until then I think we’re both just going to enjoy laying low and witnessing the seasons change.