After taking three days off for the trip to Washington, DC, I returned to work on Monday and tried to catch up. That morning Sean had been experiencing sharp eye pain. I went home at lunch to check on him and there was no improvement in pain despite his having taken two pain pills. I called the CBOC and was advised to take him to the ER.
I returned to work and made arrangements with my principal to leave for the afternoon. I made some hasty notes for my substitute and picked Sean up.
We spent the next four hours in a dark room at the ER (the light was too much for his eyes) where he was given IV fluids and four shots for his pain. As I sat in the dark I thought about how the last time we had been in at the hospital he lost most of his vision and how unprepared we were to deal with that change. I thought, "What am I going to do if this gets worse? What if he loses his sight completely, or if he falls and hits his head, or . . . or. . . or. . . "
Thus far we had dealt with everything as it came along and limped along in between. I started thinking that I was in no position to deal with another change, and certainly not a challenge. How would I be available to help him when I was already juggling so much and feeling like I was doing none of it well?
It was time to talk to my principal more seriously and consider all the options for our family.