I had a terrible time sleeping--awoke at 4:00 am and couldn't get back. When I finally got out of bed at 6:15, I realized I had forgotten to take my sleep aid. Breakfast with Keith and had some interesting conversation.
When I got back to my apartment, I tried cleaning up a few lingering duties, then quit. I was nervous about my ophthalmologist appointment--my major fear in life is blindness--and foolishly, I asked the Lyft driver to pick me up at 12:35, which meant skipping lunch. I sat down with Kathie, Cheryl, and Mary, but said goodbye shortly before I left to wait for the driver. Got to Miramar in plenty of time.
The (nurse, P.A..?--not sure), who seemed to be in her fifties or so, Andrea, took me in for the preliminaries and after we chatted for a bit, asked if I was from the east coast. How did she know? The accent, of course, and she's from Long Island. We had a good talk--both had followed family members here--and at one point, I mentioned this blog and she said she'd like to read it. I told her the name and before I left, printed it on my card and left it for her. The best news: Dr. Teel said the macular degeneration was stable and she didn't need to see me for six months--what a relief.
Lyft got me home about 3:30 and I freshened up, then went down to the social hour. Had a glass of wine and enjoyed the entertainment, a sax player named Brandon Regen:
No comments:
Post a Comment