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Buffalo of Ember
Dec. 4th, 2019 08:56 pmOoof . . . I think I'm having a trip reaction. It might have helped if we'd been able to sleep late. But no--this was the day the guy from the waterproofing company finally arrived to reconnect the laundry sink and put the doors back on their hinges. He did not call or text as promised--just showed up at the front door at 7:30 when we were barely awake. The Sparrowhawk gamely staggered downstairs to let him in. It took me a bit longer. I live with a paradox of sleeping: on the one hand, I am perfectly comfortable, enjoying a warm, comfy bed with plenty of pillows. On the other hand, some nights I'm in pretty much constant pain at the same time. My complaints of the day: joint pain, stomach pain, feeling tired and confused.
I misguidedly scheduled my eye appointment for this morning. The Sparrowhawk had to drop me off so he could run some errands of his own. I forgot my phone. I had to fill out a lot of paperwork, and was dismayed when I realized I'd forgotten the names of two of my medications. Oy gevalt. I was afraid I was losing my marbles. The form had one line labeled "SSN." I told the receptionist that I was not comfortable writing down my social security number. She said, "Oh, you don't have to. Just the last 4 digits. It's for insurance purposes." Well, okay, but I bet a lot of people don't question it. They just write it down, and there's their SSN and their birthdate on a random piece of paper that will float around this unsecured office. They should probably just go ahead and write down their bank account numbers and their passwords, while they're at it.
Grump, grump, grump. One thing was nice: they have a new doctor. The previous doctor was very uncommunicative and perfunctory. The new one explained why I'm having persistent annoying imperfections in my vision. It's because my right eye is so very much more nearsighted than the left one, so even when they correct it with a lens, the two images are slightly different sizes and it's hard for my brain to unify them. He said they'd do their best, but I might have better luck with contacts. I will consider that, after the new year, but probably won't do it. I've tried contacts twice, and they haven't worked for me. However, it made me feel better to know WHY. I ordered new glasses from a nice woman named Victoria, whom I remembered from last year. (Maybe that's just one of my favorite names--I have two other friends named Victoria!) I get anxious and dejected when I have to spend money on myself. The Sparrowhawk appeared in the nick of time to take me home.
I forced myself out into the cold to take a walk. I figured out how to create an adequate dinner from things on hand that were still edible, since we didn't have time to shop. Still, my stomach hurts and I'm grouchy. I don't like it that a wonderful trip can make me feel so tired! The weather person said that in the last 8 days, this area had a grand total of 18 minutes of sunshine. Certainly, none of them happened today. It's a rude shock after the floods of brilliant light on the beach in North Carolina! I'm sure I'll re-acclimate tomorrow, get more rest, and feel better. Anyway, that's the plan.
I misguidedly scheduled my eye appointment for this morning. The Sparrowhawk had to drop me off so he could run some errands of his own. I forgot my phone. I had to fill out a lot of paperwork, and was dismayed when I realized I'd forgotten the names of two of my medications. Oy gevalt. I was afraid I was losing my marbles. The form had one line labeled "SSN." I told the receptionist that I was not comfortable writing down my social security number. She said, "Oh, you don't have to. Just the last 4 digits. It's for insurance purposes." Well, okay, but I bet a lot of people don't question it. They just write it down, and there's their SSN and their birthdate on a random piece of paper that will float around this unsecured office. They should probably just go ahead and write down their bank account numbers and their passwords, while they're at it.
Grump, grump, grump. One thing was nice: they have a new doctor. The previous doctor was very uncommunicative and perfunctory. The new one explained why I'm having persistent annoying imperfections in my vision. It's because my right eye is so very much more nearsighted than the left one, so even when they correct it with a lens, the two images are slightly different sizes and it's hard for my brain to unify them. He said they'd do their best, but I might have better luck with contacts. I will consider that, after the new year, but probably won't do it. I've tried contacts twice, and they haven't worked for me. However, it made me feel better to know WHY. I ordered new glasses from a nice woman named Victoria, whom I remembered from last year. (Maybe that's just one of my favorite names--I have two other friends named Victoria!) I get anxious and dejected when I have to spend money on myself. The Sparrowhawk appeared in the nick of time to take me home.
I forced myself out into the cold to take a walk. I figured out how to create an adequate dinner from things on hand that were still edible, since we didn't have time to shop. Still, my stomach hurts and I'm grouchy. I don't like it that a wonderful trip can make me feel so tired! The weather person said that in the last 8 days, this area had a grand total of 18 minutes of sunshine. Certainly, none of them happened today. It's a rude shock after the floods of brilliant light on the beach in North Carolina! I'm sure I'll re-acclimate tomorrow, get more rest, and feel better. Anyway, that's the plan.
