eyesight to the blind (you talk about your women)
A lot happened yesterday. I fixed Trish her breakfast of pancakes after our breakfast of hamsters -- Smelly Bear is learning that my voice = food & comes running when I put out the seeds & nuts.
I had an appointment with Dr. Boes at 10:00, so I left Trish behind with the stereo running & all set for work. I arrived awhile before they called me. One of the techs took down some info, then they returned me to the waiting room. While I was out there Trish called -- she had diarrhea & wanted to ask my approval of her staying home the day. I told her to take a pink pill & Say Bra. Then they called me back, moved me around a couple times, & Boes measured my pressures -- 15 & 11; the eyedrops are functioning fine. He took a look at the macular hole Stremcha had diagnosed & concluded it's a pseudo-hole due to scar tissue. He dilated my pupils, sent me back to the waiting room, then examined me some more with lights & mirrors. He decided that the cataract in my right eye has to go. Some woman set me up for surgery on the 19th. I want to be with Trish when it happens, but it shouldn't require as much help at home as the last few surgeries as it's in my "bad" eye, to use a Miltie-ism. (Fucking moron anyway.)
When I came home Trish was watching Britney Spears & apparently Say Bra had gone along with her staying home. We watched her DVD for awhile, then we had raviolis for lunch. I had a cheese sandwich, too, but Trish lost her appetite with worry -- it can't make things worse; it can only make them better.
The doctor had prescribed some drops to use 3 days before the surgery. After giving them plenty of time to fill them, I ran over to Dawn's Drugs, just one block removed from Dawn's Highway -- & found out that Medicare will not pay for them. They were $63 a bottle, so now we have Karen saying we may not have enough money for our trip -- which is like, her refund's in the bank; all we need is 30 buckadingdongs for the airplane tickets & a Car-girl to take us to the airport. It shouldn't really hurt us. Who knows? One of my short stories might sell or I might find an agent. Reminds me -- I ran that silly fantasy that idiot David Dalglish wrote thru Google, & it remains unpublished. Arrogant prick, he doesn't deserve to have anything published, especially not an over-long piece of mediocre sword-&-sorcery.
After lunch Trish played Penguins for awhile, took a nap, & rose like Jesus laughing from the tree to do pots-&-pans by hand. I mostly just sat around listening to that old, gold, story of mercy or whatever; I think it was actually the Ferry man. I cooked some chicken thighs for supper. I watched Godzilla (re-make/re-model), but it being a so-so movie decided to call Hope. She's doing fine. We also tried Trish's mom & brother Kenneth but got the answering machine. After Godzilla I disappointed Trish by wanting to watch The 70s Show instead of Buffy. I asked if we could watch LOTR over the weekend & think we may have reached some compromise there.
This morning I woke up & had Albertson's brand Crispy Corn. We eat very little cereal with Trish's breakfast of pancakes. We do have to go grocery shopping this noon hour, after the soup kitchen. This month they gave us $31 in food stamps, which is $5 more than we had been getting. I need to buy some meat with it; I think that they still have those mass quantities we can put into freezer bags. Assuming Trish is recovered from her stomach bug she'll be doing some more cleaning.
I had an appointment with Dr. Boes at 10:00, so I left Trish behind with the stereo running & all set for work. I arrived awhile before they called me. One of the techs took down some info, then they returned me to the waiting room. While I was out there Trish called -- she had diarrhea & wanted to ask my approval of her staying home the day. I told her to take a pink pill & Say Bra. Then they called me back, moved me around a couple times, & Boes measured my pressures -- 15 & 11; the eyedrops are functioning fine. He took a look at the macular hole Stremcha had diagnosed & concluded it's a pseudo-hole due to scar tissue. He dilated my pupils, sent me back to the waiting room, then examined me some more with lights & mirrors. He decided that the cataract in my right eye has to go. Some woman set me up for surgery on the 19th. I want to be with Trish when it happens, but it shouldn't require as much help at home as the last few surgeries as it's in my "bad" eye, to use a Miltie-ism. (Fucking moron anyway.)
When I came home Trish was watching Britney Spears & apparently Say Bra had gone along with her staying home. We watched her DVD for awhile, then we had raviolis for lunch. I had a cheese sandwich, too, but Trish lost her appetite with worry -- it can't make things worse; it can only make them better.
The doctor had prescribed some drops to use 3 days before the surgery. After giving them plenty of time to fill them, I ran over to Dawn's Drugs, just one block removed from Dawn's Highway -- & found out that Medicare will not pay for them. They were $63 a bottle, so now we have Karen saying we may not have enough money for our trip -- which is like, her refund's in the bank; all we need is 30 buckadingdongs for the airplane tickets & a Car-girl to take us to the airport. It shouldn't really hurt us. Who knows? One of my short stories might sell or I might find an agent. Reminds me -- I ran that silly fantasy that idiot David Dalglish wrote thru Google, & it remains unpublished. Arrogant prick, he doesn't deserve to have anything published, especially not an over-long piece of mediocre sword-&-sorcery.
After lunch Trish played Penguins for awhile, took a nap, & rose like Jesus laughing from the tree to do pots-&-pans by hand. I mostly just sat around listening to that old, gold, story of mercy or whatever; I think it was actually the Ferry man. I cooked some chicken thighs for supper. I watched Godzilla (re-make/re-model), but it being a so-so movie decided to call Hope. She's doing fine. We also tried Trish's mom & brother Kenneth but got the answering machine. After Godzilla I disappointed Trish by wanting to watch The 70s Show instead of Buffy. I asked if we could watch LOTR over the weekend & think we may have reached some compromise there.
This morning I woke up & had Albertson's brand Crispy Corn. We eat very little cereal with Trish's breakfast of pancakes. We do have to go grocery shopping this noon hour, after the soup kitchen. This month they gave us $31 in food stamps, which is $5 more than we had been getting. I need to buy some meat with it; I think that they still have those mass quantities we can put into freezer bags. Assuming Trish is recovered from her stomach bug she'll be doing some more cleaning.
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