Two weeks ago I bent my glasses all to hell. I went to the optician for all the Kings horses and all the King's men to put them back together again. They did. They worked miracles. But the reality is I hadn't been there in three years and the ultra violet coating was peeling off and the lenses were a mess. I asked the receptionist to make an appointment. I'd bite the bullet. How's 3:00? We had a cancellation. I went. Last week I picked up my new glasses and had lenses put in my old ones. Now I have two pair. If I was rich I'd have 10. Pick the glasses to match my mood.
Last Thursday I went to have my blood work done, and I got the same Latina tech as always. My veins are hard to find and she's a champ at it. She missed, or it rolled, or something and it hurt like hell and she pulled it out. Ultimately she took the blood from my hand.
Monday was doctor day. When I first arrived my blood pressure was off the charts. When he took it later it was 126/81. He was happy with that. I had passed all my blood work with flying colors, do not have baby boomer hepatitis, and I lost 10 pounds! It was a good day at the doctor's.
Then we discuss all the things he wants me to do. He gave me yet another referral for a gyno. I think it's the third one. He also gave me a referral for a mammogram. And asked if I wanted a flu shot. I told him I'd get it at the ball park free in November. It's cheap and fun.
When I was checking out the nurse asked if I'd like her to make the mammogram appointment. I said sure. I'm better if I make the appointments before I leave the building. The breast center was across the hall. She calls and gets an odd look on her face. She looks at me and said "How is 10:00?" It was 8:45. I said yes. I ran some errands and came back. They called Wednesday (while I was in the luminarium) that the results were negative. Whoo Hoo.
The final doctors appointment for this year is the retna guy. It's a following up and the last one I'm going to. It's a waste of money. I'm still having the shooting stars and he can't find a tear. So what is the point.He told me if the shooting stars increase or if anything new develops I should call. He did say my cataract of the right eye is getting bad. I deal with that when I can't see.
All and all a good medical week for me. Not so much for Bonnie. She's back in the hospital with heart issues.
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