Eyeing the Eye

I find myself threading a needle these days the same way I sometimes had to start IV’s. Not because I can see the target clearly, but because, innately, I know where the target is. Seems I had a lot more success finding those hard-to-see veins than I’m having finding the apparent eye of a sewing needle.

Though I miss my bedside nursing days, I knew that eventually my body wouldn’t be able to handle all those hours on my feet. I accept that that is the way it is and I’m OK with it. That was then and this is now.

But, I never factored in my eyesight when I thought about entering decrepit old age. Other than reading glasses, I don’t need corrective lenses. At least, I didn’t at last year’s checkup.

My ophthalmologist did put me on “eye vitamins.” Giant capsules that contain mega doses of several vitamins. I guess I’ll find out if they’ve helped my eyes when I go back to see him. The one thing they have done is make my hair and nails grow exponentially fast.

And that’s great, but I would prefer to be able to thread the sewing needle exponentially faster. My years as a nurse brought me much satisfaction and I had to thread that IV needle countless times. (Threading is what we call advancing the catheter while simultaneously withdrawing the needle.)

Alas, my fingers have lost certain dexterity, age plus RA, don’tcha know. But I can still quilt, something I took up years ago as my nursing days waned. Maybe I just have to be around needles, I don’t know. I just wish I could see that freaking eye a whole lot better!

Quilt just finished. It had 70 thread tails to be worked in. I had to thread that needle 70 times!

Quilt just finished. It had 70 thread tails to be worked in. I had to thread that needle 70 times!

Next up, Spring Flowers. A quilt for my Tai Chi group's Chinese New Year's raffle.

Next up, Spring Flowers. A quilt for my Tai Chi group’s Chinese New Year’s raffle. You bet I’m gonna minimize the amount of thread tails on this one.

Last year I decided to take a picture of my hands every year. A visual track of RA's effects. So far so good, though my right hand is the worse for wear.

Last year I decided I would take a picture of my hands every year. A visual track of RA’s effects. So far so good, though my right hand is the worse for wear.

A year ago.

Picture from a year ago. My rings serve as a “barometer” to gauge morning stiffness and inflammation. When they are loose on me, it’s a good day.

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6 Responses to Eyeing the Eye

  1. Lee Allen Hill says:

    You’ve always had a keen eye, and a deft hand.

  2. Those quilts are beautiful! I especially like the top one, with the religious scenes.
    Aging gives us some challenges, but it looks like you’re not letting it keep you from doing the things you enjoy.

  3. Wren says:

    What gorgeous quilts! You’re very creative! I can empathize with your frustration with your eyesight–seems like mine is getting worse every day. My rheumatologist referred me to the eye clinic when I saw him a few weeks ago; I’m waiting to get word of an appointment.

    You do beautiful work in spite of stiff, achy hands and trouble finding the eye of your needle with the end of your thread. Bravo!

    • Irma says:

      Thanks so much, Wren. My eyes seem fine, it must be the eye of the needle that is getting smaller! Hope all checks out well with you. – Irma

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