Update

Doctor said the eye looks as good as possible.  It's swollen up as big as a golf ball.  G refuses to open either eye.

Yesterday & today, he's done this

and this

this

and this

Sleeping.

No eating.

NO opening an eye.

He has one big activity... FIGHTING his eye drops.

I have two hands.
One is required for separating his eye lids.
The other is required for squeezing in the drops.

The other is required for containing his flailing feet & legs.
Two others are required for containing his flailing arms & hands.
Another is required for controlling his writhing torso.
And one is required for steadying his thrashing head.

You do the math.

It's not pretty.

Luckily, eye drops are only required four times per day.  Riiiiight.

That's been lots of fun.  Running a close second in the Fun Games is my search for a babysitter.  Because the regular sitter's children have lice.  Seriously.

So I'm home.  I'm out of vacation time.  I'm doing a mad eye drop battle every few hours.

But the eye is looking good.  And that is good news.