No Rest for the Wicked

The floater releases held a pattern besides being mostly three month intervals. They all made mu vision worse in an apparently permanent way. There’s been four releases, and the only month that skipped saw the beginning of undeniable gradual regression without a sudden shadow.
I had to seek advice in dealing with them by looking online. That’s not easy for me, but necessary. Most setbacks occurred while I was in the "care" of Doctor Arrigg at Joslin. He did little but shake his head sadly and talk about surgery on the long-dark right eye as a means of getting what backup I could from that. That operation was something he never intended to do anyway. In the meantime, he had wasted more than a year of crucial treatment time and thousands of my dollars.
The advice I gleaned read the same for the floater hemorrhages as it did for the bloody vitreous hemorrhage induced by the Cialis dose: rest easy until the floater absorbed into the vitreous fluid. I did that the first time, even with responsibilities pressing. I sat in the recliner and listened to the TV day after day. When I could, did internet searches and tried to keep up on things. I had been at a good clip with the fiction writing through 2010, but the first setback curtailed that. The ever-growing backlog of responsibilities has kept those ambitions curtailed. I only have so much computer time before the screen burns the eye out for the day.
Absorption into the eye took a few weeks, and more recovery of function took longer.
With the second setback, I considered more of my experience than the book learnin’. I had slept in the recliner for months after the hemorrhage, as advised by online articles. After a few months I was just missed my own bed upstairs. Absorption of the bloody haze seemed to pick up speed when I began lying down. I had assumed that this was just the time of the healing process.
I did not rest as much after the second setback. I couldn’t. While plowing was over, shoveling at the properties remained, and by that time in the winter of 2010 even enterprising neighborhood kids didn’t want to deal with it anymore. Three apartments were empty and needed work, and countless projects remained backlogged. Squirrels were invading one house as mice were invading two others. Electrical problems developed. A newer and higher priority always emerged. I couldn’t rest anyway.
And the healing process went more quickly.
I rested less after the third setback. By that time I felt shame for the length of time apartments had been empty and was having problems farming assistance. Despite assurances of payment, some friends were charitable in offering help but had little desire to follow through and/or weren’t as capable as they thought they were. If I wanted things done, I needed to do them myself.