The Current State of the Girl

Those of you on Instagram witness full-on angst mode from me yesterday.  Maia had yet another eye appointment at the Opthoptist (which is normally angst-inducing enough by itself) but after our last visit they had asked my to make some of my patches to leave there so they could recommend them to other patchers.  Oh, and leaflets too:

Can you spot the spelling mistake? I couldn't, until they'd all been printed.  By the detestable printer that prints off grain so you need to true up every stupid side of every stupid paper. And then of course when we got there it was a different (slightly more intimidating) orthoptist than the one who asked me to bring my wares the last time so I sat there fervently clenching and unclenching my jaw while wondering whether to say anything at all.  But I did!  And she was super enthusiastic and I cried hot sweet tears of relief internally.  But enough about me.  The good news is that we're taking another break from patching (possibly permanently).  The a-little-bit-less-than-good news is that her bad eye appears to have reached it's full potential through patching; at the last three appointments her eye has had the same results so the patching has done all it can.  Which sounds a little bit dejecting, but the opthoptist showed me how far we've come in the last almost two (!) years:

Before we started, Maia's bad eye couldn't even read the top line.  That's pretty terrifying.  And now, she's able to see between six and seven lines below that. Not quite as good as her good eye but not too shabby either.

And here she is before and after her appointment: the only thing better than not wearing the patch is not wearing the patch but also eating a Mint Aero.