So I got my eye drops.
I looked over the form with the prescriptions on it and luckily it said that they only had to be taken the day before my surgery.
Which is today.
Apparently, they are not covered by my disability medical plan, though, so I owe poor Julian $70.70 for these damned drops.
I’m going to pay him $80 to compensate him for the hassle.
At least I only have to do them once a day. There’s three of them, so having to do them a bunch of times would be a serious pain in the ass.
I will take them when I am done blogging. Not looking forward to it and I have read the descriptions of what each does and I am not sure they are all needed, but I am nowhere near foolish enough to think I know better than Doctor Vaezi.
Yes, it turns out it’s Vaezi, not Faezi. At least according to the labels on the drops.
Now that this issue with the drops has been resolved, I am much more calm about the surgery. I am guessing the stress of worrying about the eye drops used up the last of my tension about the thing and now I am eager to get it done.
Should be a pretty freaky experience.
I’m going to bring my Ativan with me just in case I need something to calm my nerves. But according to Joe, they will already have something to help keep me mellow during the surgery on hand, so I will go with that.
I am a firm believer in taking full advantage of any medically justified reason to get the really good drugs.
What the hell, it’s not like I can get addicted. Might as well enjoy the trip.
Having given it a lot of thought, I do not think I will make it out to tonight’s hanging out with Felicity outside McD’s.
My bladder is more forgiving lately but I still pee every hour and a half or so and so I don’t think I can make it yet.
Next week, though, for sure.
As patient readers know, there is no place accessible to me for me to pee near our usual hangout spots.
There’s a gas station slash convenience store nearby but between us and it is a set of three concrete steps which I can go down but not back up.
Between my overall weakness and the fact that my knees are quite fucked up, going up those steps is not an option and when I tried to go up the grassy embankment the stairs surmount I ended up in a much worse and more humiliating position.
So, not gonna do it. Not this time at least.
But I have a nuclear option in mind. If, by next week, my bladder clock is still running too fast, I will at least contemplate simply bringing an appropriate receptacle from home and, well, use it when needed.
That would be both gross and humiliating as well as awkward as fuck, so I really don’t want to do it, but I miss Felicity and I miss shopping in person, dammit.
Now, to play some Monster Train and listen to YouTube videos.
But first, to take these frigging eye drops.
More after the break.
It’s an urban mystery!
God I hate being so fucking clumsy.
I swear, it’s like having a poltergeist. Subjectively, it seems like objects fly out of my hands, or spontaneously leap off shelves, or leap out of nowhere to trip me.
Logically, of course, these things happen because I am a klutz and increasingly spastic as well. There’s nothing supernatural about it.
But emotionally, I’m freaking haunted.
I just spilled gravy all over my computer chair. I had plated my KFC order and was carrying it to my computer and was almost there but I tilted the plate too far in the process of setting the plate down and the gravy slid right off the plate and went splut all over my computer chair.
God damn it.
At least I had already put gravy on my fries. So it’s not a total loss.
But that’s not the mystery, oh no. The mystery is where the fuck my coleslaw went! It was right next to the gravy and it’s not on the plate any more so it much be in this room of mine somewhere, but I dunno where.
And I really want to know because not only do I want to eat it, coleslaw strikes me as the kind of thing you REALLY don’t want lying around going bad in your living space.
So I hope to find it before it turns into sauerkraut and then something far worse.
There’s one tiny sliver of another possibility : that said slaw is still in the kitchen and I only thought it was on the plate.
Extremely unlikely but I will go check.
Yes! Slaw retrieved! WE HAVE THE SLAW!
And it stayed closed, so it is fully intact. And I didn’t have to go far, it was just on the other side of the corner of the bed from me.
So yay for that, at least. Always nice to score a victory against my own ineptitude.
Still, I fear a future where I can do nothing for myself any more and have to rely on others to do anything more complicated than typing and using the mouse.
So I better get my diabetes under control, pronto.
Yup. I sure should do that.
(SFX : Wind over a mesa)
Oh well, at least I got my eyedrops in. This is the first time I have administered eyedrops to myself and there’s definitely an art to it.
My main problem is my long eyelashes. Getting the drop past those is a trip. I ended up just holding my eye wide open with one hand and practically applying the drop directly to my eyeball with the other.
But I got it done. I can go off to my surgery tomorrow knowing I did my part.
Not sure if I am supposed to do the drops again before I go under the knife. Perhaps I will call and ask tomorrow morning.
Well this is it. Next time I talk at you I will be down one set of cataracts.
Or is it just one big cataract?
Maybe I will ask.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.