Wednesday, November 15, 2017


I woke up early on Tuesday. It was supposed to be a nice day (a high of 49 degrees and no rain). I had a cups of coffee while watching the news. Then I made another cup of coffee and breakfast. I threw on some clothes and took the trash and recyclables out to the road.

I made some waffles in the toaster, but kicked them up a notch. Instead of the usual Michigan maple syrup, I topped it with sarsaparilla syrup. The syrup was from the little crate of Southern goodies that Jake and Carla gave me.

The sarsaparilla syrup was more watery than maple syrup (it's mostly used in drinks) but had a fascinating flavor!

I washed up the dishes from yesterday's meatloaf dinner. Then I shaved, showered and got dressed for my eye exam.

I left at 10:30 a.m and got to the doctor's two minutes early. I went right in and he asked me, "What's up? You're not scheduled for your next eye exam until February 2018."

I said I wasn't sure when it started, but about two weeks ago, I noticed I was losing my vision. I told him, "Forget road signs, I can't read the letters on the Television cable guide (eight feet away). I can't make out faces of people 20 feet away. And, what scares me the most, I can't tell if a stoplight is red or green until I am right on top of it."

So, he started an extensive cataract exam. Turns out both eyes were worse. He was especially amazed at the deterioration in my right eye (which was always the better of the two). He said they are almost identically bad. He dilated my eyes, of course and checked again.

He said he would have the girls out front make an appointment with the surgeon and handed me my coat and cane. I said, "What about the eye exam and new lenses?" He said there was no sense wasting the money. Once I had the cataracts removed, he would check and see if I needed reading glasses.

The girls up front took down all my new insurance information and got me an appointment for December 1 at 8:30 a.m. for my pre-surgical exam.

My visit today only cost me a $20.00 co-pay as this was now a medical problem. Beat the hell out of the $85.00 exam + lenses that I expected to pay.

I had promised to call both Amanda (who knows first hand I have vision problems) and Vicky (who is my designated driver for local hospital runs).

I called Amanda first, from the doctor's parking lot. She said I sounded bummed.

Sidebar: I have had more surgeries that I can count and none of them (even when they said they were going to amputate my leg) bothered me that much. But this is somehow different. They are going to cut up my eyes, for God's sake. What if something goes wrong?

She asked me where I was and I told her I was sitting in the truck in downtown Farmington. She said to come back down Farmington Road and she'd meet me at Bates Burgers and buy me lunch.

Sidebar: I have passed it a million times but have never eaten there. It's an old school diner, no tables, just stools along the outside windows and the inside counter. It has a very, very small parking lot (which may be why I never stopped in).

So, I got there just before Amanda pulled in. We went inside and sat at the counter. Amanda knew all the waitresses, so she chatted with each of them. We both ordered a burger (hers with light onion and pickles, mine with grilled onions and pickles) and fries.

Sidebar: Amanda said, "I thought we'd share the chili cheese fries. I can't eat them all." I said, "I really not that fond of chili cheese fries." The waitress overheard us, so she split an order of fries onto two plates and put chili and cheese on Amanda's. Nice.

We talked about my eyes while we ate up as Amanda had to go to back to work. I paid the tip and over-tipped the waitress. That splitting the fries thing was beautiful.

Back home, I called Vicky. She said, "So I need to pick you up on December 1?" I said, "No, that's just an exam. I'll get the two surgical dates then, I'd guess." We chatted a bit more and then hung up.
My tummy was full and I was bummed. It was nice outside and I should have done outside things, but I took a nap instead.

When I woke up, it was still light out and I felt guilty. So, I went out and picked up more black walnuts.

They finally came and got the recyclables, so I took the container out back. Still no trash pickup and it was almost 4:30 p.m.!

Back inside, it was getting dark.  I wasn't hungry so I nibbled on some snacks.

I got a cup of coffee and watched the nightly news programs.

I heard the garbage truck outside at 7:30 p.m.!!! I went out and put the container in the back.

I came in and got ready for bed. I watched NCIS, but NCIS New Orleans wasn't on, dammit! I watched DIY shows until 11:00 p.m. and then the news. I turned the TV off after the monologue on the Tonight show and went to bed.