It's not like I need nursing or anything. But while I am on Pomalyst (14 nights of pills) I am clumsy and disoriented. Needless to say, accidents happen. Spills are legion. I have to put a hand on the wall when I walk from my bedroom to the bathroom here in Virginia. The hall is a converted porch and there is a slight pitch. On Pomalyst, this might hall might as well be a carnival fun house.
So the other day I was walking to the post office to mail some silly little things to my grandson. It is still hot here (really, even to the natives) and madly humid. As I was walking I wanted to change from my glasses to sunglasses. Unfortunately, the humidity combined with my butterfingers.....the glasses hit the ground and then I stepped on then when I tried to catch them. I was actually lucky that I didn't hit the ground.
How big a problem is this? Well, I have always been a bit of a hoarder. That means the last two times I lost/broke glasses, I just pulled out an old pair. Always meaning to get new ones....but I haven't.
I can't even believe how much of a pain in the ass this. I have one undamaged lens, so I can watch TV if I sit still and balance them carefully. But I can't walk around with them.
Yesterday, not only did Tom have to drive me on my errands....he had to walk me through the aisles of the supermarket. I couldn't read any signs. I couldn't make out anything more than .a few feet away.
If not for Thomas Owen, how would I have found these delicious Mallo-Cups???? Thanks Tommy.