WildSteed of Flourish
Sep. 9th, 2017 10:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoWell, yesterday was a day and a half! I got up early to go get my fasting blood labs for an upcoming appointment, then came home and drove off to take my mother to the doctor. The Sparrowhawk came along and read me news items off his phone while I drove. He has a charming ability to read his phone in the car, which I can't really do (even when not driving, that is--definitely not while driving!). We arrived in time to have lunch with my mother. That meant I could make sure she got through the lunch process and had time to go back to her room and get ready so we could leave on time. We left the Sparrowhawk in her room to do a conference call and other work-related stuff, and I drove her to the eye doctor.
We were there for nearly two hours, but I'd say we spent most of that time sitting in various waiting rooms chatting. At intervals, she would be taken away to have visual field tests and other things. For the last segment, the doctor herself summarized the results, and I was able to be with her for that so I could make sure she heard and understood everything. Results are good in that her vision is "maintaining" and not getting any worse. Results are sad in that there's still nothing they can do to improve her vision. She always hopes.
While we were in the waiting room, a woman down at the other end (fortunately) started talking in such a loud voice that she could be heard throughout. First she showed her hapless victim her blind eye, and explained that she fell in the bathroom and poked it out on the towel rack, but SHE wasn't bothered at all by people seeing it. Then she started talking about hurricanes and earthquakes, and how it was God telling us to repent. I was growling to myself and literally sitting on my hands. She added, "I don't preach! I just tell people these are signs from God and we need to pray!" Grrr, grrr . . . . My mother heard a loud voice in the background and said to me apologetically, "I wish I could hear what people are saying." I said, "Trust me--you're better off!" Fortunately, a nice lady and her grown son turned up, and she and my mother started chatting and bragging about their children. The son was visibly squirming as his mom told the world what a nice boy he was. I said, "They talk about us." He replied "Yeah they do."
I was maintaining fairly well myself, but feeling pretty tired out by the time I got my mother home. We decided to stay and have dinner with her, since we needed to eat somewhere, and it was too late to get home much before dark. It was nice to spend a little extra time with her and make sure she had a decent meal. Sometimes after these appointments she gets too tired to eat. I'd had the crazy notion that I'd be able to drive home as well, but I really couldn't. The Sparrowhawk took over--and then we decided to go straight out to the big lake and not stop at home. We got to our little room by the lakeshore about ten and crashed.
It was great to wake up this morning and see the water! We provisioned ourselves and took a cautious, not too long hike through the woods to the lake, and spent a couple of hours lazing on the beach. Brilliant sun, poignant northern light, cool breeze. And unfortunately, very cold water. I had my suit on under my clothes, and I did jump in! Twice! But I can't say I actually swam, because I was too cold to move my arms and legs. I just jumped about for a few minutes and ran out again. I sunburned my face, but the rest of me was kind of hypothermic. We moved out of the sun to the upper deck at the beach house, and watched a wedding happening down below. That would have been ideal for us! Too bad we didn't think of it 46 years ago. However, I wouldn't have worn a white dress. I would have worn a swimsuit and all the guests would have had to jump into the water with me. We would have been wed to the waves.
Then I really was too cold, and had to go back to the room and take a nap to warm up. We called Raptor to wish him a happy birthday. He is six today. So amazing! We sent him Moana Legos and some Scrooge McDuck and Donald Duck comics. And category 5 love from Grandmom and Grandad.
We were there for nearly two hours, but I'd say we spent most of that time sitting in various waiting rooms chatting. At intervals, she would be taken away to have visual field tests and other things. For the last segment, the doctor herself summarized the results, and I was able to be with her for that so I could make sure she heard and understood everything. Results are good in that her vision is "maintaining" and not getting any worse. Results are sad in that there's still nothing they can do to improve her vision. She always hopes.
While we were in the waiting room, a woman down at the other end (fortunately) started talking in such a loud voice that she could be heard throughout. First she showed her hapless victim her blind eye, and explained that she fell in the bathroom and poked it out on the towel rack, but SHE wasn't bothered at all by people seeing it. Then she started talking about hurricanes and earthquakes, and how it was God telling us to repent. I was growling to myself and literally sitting on my hands. She added, "I don't preach! I just tell people these are signs from God and we need to pray!" Grrr, grrr . . . . My mother heard a loud voice in the background and said to me apologetically, "I wish I could hear what people are saying." I said, "Trust me--you're better off!" Fortunately, a nice lady and her grown son turned up, and she and my mother started chatting and bragging about their children. The son was visibly squirming as his mom told the world what a nice boy he was. I said, "They talk about us." He replied "Yeah they do."
I was maintaining fairly well myself, but feeling pretty tired out by the time I got my mother home. We decided to stay and have dinner with her, since we needed to eat somewhere, and it was too late to get home much before dark. It was nice to spend a little extra time with her and make sure she had a decent meal. Sometimes after these appointments she gets too tired to eat. I'd had the crazy notion that I'd be able to drive home as well, but I really couldn't. The Sparrowhawk took over--and then we decided to go straight out to the big lake and not stop at home. We got to our little room by the lakeshore about ten and crashed.
It was great to wake up this morning and see the water! We provisioned ourselves and took a cautious, not too long hike through the woods to the lake, and spent a couple of hours lazing on the beach. Brilliant sun, poignant northern light, cool breeze. And unfortunately, very cold water. I had my suit on under my clothes, and I did jump in! Twice! But I can't say I actually swam, because I was too cold to move my arms and legs. I just jumped about for a few minutes and ran out again. I sunburned my face, but the rest of me was kind of hypothermic. We moved out of the sun to the upper deck at the beach house, and watched a wedding happening down below. That would have been ideal for us! Too bad we didn't think of it 46 years ago. However, I wouldn't have worn a white dress. I would have worn a swimsuit and all the guests would have had to jump into the water with me. We would have been wed to the waves.
Then I really was too cold, and had to go back to the room and take a nap to warm up. We called Raptor to wish him a happy birthday. He is six today. So amazing! We sent him Moana Legos and some Scrooge McDuck and Donald Duck comics. And category 5 love from Grandmom and Grandad.
