Veggies, Vision, and Avarice

As promised, Julie picked me up at 9:30 and we went to the farmers' market. Here are my yummy purchases: 

We then went to Wal-Mart where I exchanged the phone adapter which didn't fit my charger, for one that did (but see later--damn!).  As soon as I got home, I spent a pleasurable hour or so prepping my goodies. I trimmed, pared, and chunked the "white" (actually kind of pink) beets, then put them in the oven; trimmed the broccoli and stowed it in the fridge. I cut up four big onions I had; julienned three and chopped two, then put them in the freezer.  Later, I took out some I had chopped before because I want to cook them up with beans and broth in the slow cooker.

Julie picked me up again at 1:15 and drove me to Miramar Ophthalmologists.  She was going to wait for me, then take me home, but I insisted she leave, as I wanted to go to the library in town to pick up the book I had requested (Perversion of Justice/The Jeffrey Epstein Story). Incredibly, although I was early and prepared to wait, I was taken early and got out of there in about forty minutes total, even having consulted the optician person.* I wasn't thrilled over the fact that I was advised to make an appointment to see the retina specialist re the macular degeneration, which I had been told about a year or so again. This doctor also recommended the vitamins for women over fifty, which contain some for vision.   

From there, I caught a bus to the library, picked up the book, then strolled around town a bit. Ellen called to say she was dropping off the Christmas package Mike had ordered for Vivian. It had come too late, so he asked if I could send it to him. Will do.

Before dinner, I noticed my phone was at 41 %, so thought I'd charge it with the new adapter. An hour later, it read 40 %! What the--? It looks as if the new one doesn't work, so I'll have to take that back, too. 

I called Ellen's fiancé, Greg, to ask about the eye drops (that's his specialty at Whole Foods) and he gave me some good info. I'll try to get over there on Friday to pick up what he recommends. 

*When I was a girl, there was a clear distinction between a physician who specialized in vision (ophthalmologist) and those who made and sold eyeglasses (optician) in a commercial venue. The medical profession is now so corrupted, it seems, that the two enterprises are combined. At least they are when you go to Miramar, a huge, state-wide conglomerate which is the only one my insurance covers. I'll repeat it: In this society, there is only one god and his name is Mammon.