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But I'm not old yet...or at least not as old as I should be for the problem I have.
I went to the eye doctor a month ago for my routine eye exam. He told me that I was developing sub-capsular cataracts. A form that tends to grow rather rapidly. He explained that this type of cataract has more to do with heredity than age. Well I'll be the first to say my genetics suck!!! Both parents with diabetes, both with open heart surgeries and both died from cancer. I do not have expectations of living a long life. But I can't recall them having cataracts...just not as dramatic, I guess.
I picked my glasses up a week ago and have been struggling with them ever since. My vision is just not right. Only once in the many years I've been wearing glasses has the prescription been wrong in a pair of new glasses, but I went in today to have them checked out.
I can barely make out 20/40 in my left eye what I was seeing 20/20 a month ago. He adjusted, both for stronger and weaker, and neither improved my vision. The doctor said the cataract has grown enough to move into my field of vision. It's like having a Vaseline smudge on my glasses. The good news, it's going to keep getting worse. The bad news, it requires eye surgery. He says they can restore my vision, possibly even eliminating my need for glasses...but the idea of eye surgery terrifies the living crap out of me.
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I don't have to look at the DVD cover to tell you this is one l-o-n-g movie, but I did...158 minutes. It seemed longer. There are several potential reasons. One, we had to stop half way through, when company stopped by. Second, we had issues with the DVD and ultimately had to move it to the X-box and start over. And lastly, even though I have a weird fascination for disaster movies, this one just never grabbed me by the seat of the pants and took me along for the ride. Of course number three could have been greatly influenced by the first two.
I am going to contradict myself now. I hate movies that spend the first half developing the characters before you get into any action. 2012 didn't do that, but because the characters weren't developed I didn't feel any attachment to them. There were only two characters that seemed to stand out, the crazy guy (Charlie Frost, we'll get back to him in a minute) and the asshole, selfish, filthy rich Russian guy that you hope gets his in the end.
Now back to Charlie Frost, as promised. It was one of those movie moments when a character comes on the screen and you zero in. Looking closely, I questioned, "Is that Woody Harrelson?" Indeed. There are a number of known, recognized actors in this movie. Woody was not as easily recognizable.
The movie starts in modern day and quickly movies toward 12/21/12, the date many say the Mayan calendar predicts as the end of the world. Last year I had the opportunity to talk to a man in Tulum, Mexico that specializes in Mayan history. He laughed at the notion. He said that December 2012 isn't the end of time, only the end of the calendar. Like our end of year, the Mayan calendar simply starts over.
I will admit watching the world being torn apart by earthquakes and flooded by tidal waves after recent global events, was a little creepy.
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A went for an ultrasound (US) of my ovary recently. Somebody forgot to send me the memo that an US of your ovary is done internally...that would be transvaginally in medical speak. The poor US tech was male, being a professional I doubt he was uncomfortable with the situation...in the beginning. I am sure about the time I asked if this counted as a "nooner" he was ready to crawl under the floor tiles. I razed him through the entire procedure...that would be sexually harassed in legal speak. Though I will have to say, afterwards, the female attendant said that was the first time she'd ever seen him laugh, apparently he is normally pretty serious.
I had one of those odd occurrences today...made even more odd by the fact that I wasn't alone. I saw a "ghost". Three us us were standing in a hall, at work, talking. I saw someone approaching in my peripheral vision. I stepped forward to allow the person to pass. I looked over my shoulder to make sure there was enough space, and nobody was there. I must have looked confused. One of the people I was standing with looked at me, and said, "I saw it too." I saw a dark shape approaching, he saw a light passing behind me. Bizarre.
This may come as a surprise to some...but I really don't care who Tiger slept with. I do not see any point in his name making the news, even tabloid TV, every night. It's his business. Just because he plays golf and became a celebrity does not mean that the media should constantly pry into his life. Inquiring minds don't give a damn, they have better things to wonder about.
I recently heard a doctor giving excellent advice. He was on the phone and was telling someone to make an appointment. Apparently, he was asked if the patient should go to the emergency room. He answered, "Absolutely not! They can make an appointment.Tell them they have not had an MI and they are not suffering from sudden cardiac death." He is my hero of the week.
I almost discovered, in a painful way, the consequences of checking Facebook by phone when using the bathroom...I am a multi-tasker. My phone slipped from my hands. Straight down, as gravity is predictable. I clenched. It is fortunate, I guess, that I do not have skinny little bird legs. I think I captured it by 1/2 an inch. Phone saved, disaster averted, bank account happy.
I enjoy music. Recently I have not been so happy with my choices of CDs. They seem to drone on, one song after another, slipping from one song to the next without much to set them apart or there is one song I really like, only to discover that nothing on the CD is even similar. Now I know it sounds like I just complained about opposite things...but I want the music to be similar in attitude while exploring new territory. Make sense? Anyway, driving to work, I was listening to my latest acquisition and really enjoying it when the thought occurred to me that my laptop at work had a CD drive...why didn't I ever listen to music, at a significantly muted volume, at work? A few songs later I was remind why...most of my CDs have parental warning labels. I never buy edited CDs...ever.
My husband made a comment the other day that I loved. He said that he knew it wouldn't do him any good to tell me what to do or what to wear. If he was uncomfortable, he'd just have to walk a few steps further behind. He no longer frets about what people think when I am "all dressed up"...most people would call it a costume. He just....distances himself. And stands back and laughs most of the time. I know it sounds horrible but you'd have to understand...it's a good thing. And people wonder how we've stayed married for so long.
You're still here? Don't you have things to be doing?
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Usually humorous, frequently irreverent, occasionally controversial, rarely important. Best served with a pinch of humor and a dash of skepticism. Stirred, not shaken. Hold the ice.
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