November 21, 2012

  • Chalk It Up To *Old-timers*

    TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM

    Today was my appointment with the retina doctor to check out my eye after it had healed totally.  The nurse took the pictures of the inside of my eye so he could compare it with the original ones taken when I first visited him.  End result?  No further surgery needed....NOW.  However, if my vision changes at all in that eye, I am to call the doctor immediately.  Trust me, I will.

    While waiting for my eye to dilate for the pictures of the inside of it, I met a very nice man who had gone totally blind in one eye.  He had the same problem I did but......before he could have the laser surgery done, he lost his sight.  He snapped his fingers and said, *It was THAT fast.  One second I could see, the next I was blind in that eye.*  Scary, huh?

    However, the doctor had put some kind of special oil inside the eye to replace the normal fluid.  It had to stay in for a month, I believe he said...or it might have been ANOTHER month.  I was just shocked at the idea of an oil in the eye so I could have misunderstood.  Then, after the time has elapsed and the doctor can see if it's done it's job, he will have a surgery to remove the oil and then another doctor is going to fix the implant (lens) because it has moved since his cataract surgery.  I guess they have to reopen the cornea and insert a different lens in the proper place.  Then, it's wait to see if he gets his sight back, I guess.

    After hearing that, I figured out all by myself, mind you, that ANY change in the vision in that eye and I am sitting in the doctor's lap within an hour.  I never want to lose my vision.  My vision and my hearing are both precious to me.  I would miss so many things that I love....the flowers, the sweet little face of my great granddaughter, Chewlee, the glory of spring, the sight of the mountains (I love the mountains)....so much more.  Too numerous to mention. 

    I should have posted earlier but....and this is where the *old-timers* comes in......I took my phone with me to the doctor's office and it's my Hot Spot that powers the internet on my computer.  Well, when I got home, I put my purse down on the floor next to my desk, turned on my computer and proceeded to read my email and the news.  I forgot all about taking my phone out of my purse and plugging it in so the charge on my battery wouldn't be drained.  It was right about 9:30pm when I was going to do my blog that I lost my internet.  I always check my phone's connection FIRST because the plug comes out of the power strip easily and I've had my phone's battery drop to Zero a time or two because I didn't notice that had happened.  I went to grab the charge line and.....no phone connected.  Dammit!  I didn't even need to check it; I knew my batter was dead as a doornail. 

    I had been talking to Bratfink and my son, Mustachio and suddenly.....I was gone.  Bratfink would probably guess what happened (she was talking with me another time when I lost my internet because my battery was drained).  Sure enough, that's what she told Sheldon had more than likely happened to me.  What my son thought, I have no idea.  He had gone to bed before my battery had enough of a charge to get back online.  I did leave him a message that he should see in the morning before he goes to work.

    I think this is the third time I've forgotten to plug my phone in.  It usually is after a doctor's appointment.  I always take my phone with me.  If we take the dog with us, there are times the Beast will take him to the dog park and let him run around with any other of the large dogs.  IF there are any there.  When that happens, if I get out of the doctor's office and he's not around, I can call him and let him know I'm waiting.  The dog park is only about 5 minutes away from either of our eye doctor's offices so I don't have to wait long.

    It was a nice day today.  Not too cold.  I think it reached about 62.  The Beast and I stopped at one of the many fast food places and had Chicago style hot dogs, onion rings and coffee (it wasn't warm, warm so we got it even if it was just to warm our hands by wrapping them around the cup).  The hot dog filled a hole but....no one knows how to make a Chicago hot dog anywhere but in Chicago.  Trust me, I know.  We actually had to ASK for onions.  That was a crime.  A Chicago hot dog without onions?  Sheesh.  That's like a New York hot dog without sauerkraut. 

    Oh, that reminds me.  Here in the South, they have lots of places that sell pulled pork barbeque sandwiches.  I was shocked when I was asked if I wanted cole slaw on mine the first time we ate one after moving here.  The whole idea shocked me and I thought, *Ewww*.  However, last week I decided I shouldn't condemn anything without at least trying it once.  I have to tell you this....the taste is amazing!  I found I really like the combination.  If you ever get a chance, go ahead.  Be brave and try it.  I may never eat another pulled pork barbeque without cole slaw in the future.

    Love you all.  Have a great day tomorrow (Hump Day!  Hurrah!)  The week is halfway done.