7 March 2001
7:10 PM: Today was Doktor Day. Went back to the ofpthfhthhmamologist to see if my eyeballs have deflated any after a month of using these eyedrops. Good news! They have. Now all I have to do is remember to keep putting drops into my eyes before I go to bed, for the next, oh, rest of my life or so. Neat. Beats undetectable blindness all to heck, though.
Then, since I had finally managed to go 10 hours without eating or drinking anything, I went to get my lab work done. Plus it was only one floor down in the same building. Even my laziness has some limits. They only needed a blood sample, which was good. Not that I like having blood drawn, without even a kiss or nothin'. But I more don't like the whole Cup-O'-Pee experience. I always end up with performance issues. Guess that's why they keep all those back issues of Rafting in the bathroom. Ha ha. I'll be here all week.
Finally, what day is complete without a trip to the pharmacy? The main guy at the Rite-Aid near my house has one of the worst toupees I've ever seen. Maybe whoever makes Rogaine pays him to wear it. Don't pharmacists have to go through fairly extensive schooling? You'd never know. Last week: (me) "I know my insurance company will only cover half of this. But I want the whole prescription. I'll pay for what they don't cover. OK?" (he) "OK, come back in a while." Today: (me) "I'm here to pick up that prescription." (he) "OK, here it is. We had to only give you half because that's all your insurance would cover." (me) "GRRRRRRRRRRRR."
Bong bong bong, what else? No reason for skipping yesterday except I was working and forgot. Big Deadline Time, everything I'm doing now I should have had done last week. And the Monthly Chore is due next Tuesday, too. I've been working at home Today to get more done without people talking to me. Though waking up at 8 AM, I didn't plan on that part, nor the inevitable nap that followed after Doktor. But I'm sure it will all be better now. Yes it will.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
All names are fake, most places are real, the author is definitely unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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