Last night I decided to sneak in a hot bath before I went to the basketball game.
In order for this to work, I had to do my eye medication while in the tub.
I have to time my eye drops. 5 minutes for the first drop and 3 minutes for the second.
I forgot the timer in bedroom so #1 daughter went to get it for me.
She kindly set the timer for me and stayed to chat.
She shared her day and we talked the time away while I soaked.
I try hard not to be negative about doing my eye drops. They really do however, cramp my style often times.
6:00 pm and the drops have to go in ... no matter where I am. I will have to do it for the rest of my life.
(6;00am also with three drops taking 13 minutes.)
I complained to my #1 daughter about it.
She came back at me with my own words...
"Better than going blind, mom, " she yelled over her shoulder as the timer rang and she took off down the stairs.
Yes, it is.
Thanks be to God for my eye specialist.
Thanks be to God for my eye medication that works.
And today ... I am thankful for the eight minutes that God gave me with my teenager.
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