We once again encountered the issue of light sensitivity with the Hutgirl this weekend. For several years now there has been some sort of mysterious neurological problem that affects her eyes- having manifested in the past as a VIth nerve palsy and more recently, abnormal swelling requiring a biopsy, it seems to have settled currently into an aversion to bright light and rapidly moving images in her peripheral vision (which makes being a passenger in the back seat of a car somewhat problematic).
She dug in on Saturday, spending most of the day deconstructing the crochet blanket she’s been making and re-doing the large centre square, before starting to re-crochet seams. This was abandoned around mid afternoon in favour of going for a celebratory Thai meal for a friend’s birthday, which appeared to be consumed with great joy.
On Sunday, a leisurely morning of reading was succeeded by some gardening, in an effort to get everything in place before the seedlings were big enough to transplant out (or harvest, in our more pessimistic moments!). The Hutgirl prepared well, putting on dark glasses and a baseball cap to protect her from the vicious sun that was beating down over the North-East of England (a regular occurrence…), and went to work in a veritable flurry of activity, shifting large objects, ripping up deck planks (more with cunning engineering tricks than brute strength, admittedly) and positioning new planters along the fence for some vertical gardening. Despite only being exposed for forty minutes, it was enough to bring on a crushing headache.
After wilting into bed for a few hours (to concern from the boy) and trying to sleep it of, she finally admitted defeat at about 7pm, texting the ‘Chris’ friend to tell him that she couldn’t come out and play. A few quiet hours followed, spent mostly watching TV, reading and chatting with the boy (with maybe a little naughtiness thrown in), before she eventually drifted off to sleep at around 2am.
This morning she appears bright and alert, although drinking water at a ferocious rate and already having taken ‘the good painkillers’. We will observe further once her lunch break ensues, as behaviours are sometimes masked on the front desk in an effort to live up to her ‘Customer Care Champion’ title.