Aaarrrggghhh!

Mom had cataract surgery on Tuesday. She told me that she'd be so mad if she didn't get an eye patch. And she wasn't joking. After repeatedly telling the nurses she wanted an eye patch she did leave with one. Well, one that they called an eye patch. It was a clear plastic piece and tape for me to tape on her each night. Finding this pretty unacceptable I got her this bad boy at the store. Of course, since it says 3+ it's a little tight, but now she's a happy camper!