Eye exams aren't fun

I bit the bullet and went to the optometrist for eye exam.  So many times I had bright things shone into my eyes, I ended up with one helluva headache.

My near-sightedness is getting better, but astigmatisms have changed yet again.

No sign of glaucoma, but my cataracts have gone from level 1 to 1+. As I get older they will progress, but I can slow the progress by keeping my eyes shaded, and wearing sunglasses when outdoors.

Strangest thing is Dr R found a scar on the retina of my left eye.  It's good sized, but so far away from the optic nerve, it's almost impossible to see. Gee, thanks new advancement.

Anyhooooo, going to "Recycle" one of my frames for my computer/desk specs, and get a new frame for my daily wear.

Is it 2022 yet?

Have I ever mentioned that the older I get, the less I like the holidays? It's not the years, and it's not even the mileage... it's the fender benders along the way.

All I want to do is pull December over my head, and not come out until the 2nd week in January. My left knee is still screwed up, but at least the nerve pain is gone.

The 'kittens' have really adapted to being domestic moggies, instead of feral strays. Still flinch a bit when you go to pet them, and Trance is still being a bully.

*sigh*

Time might keep slipping into the future

But I seem to stuck in neutral.

A visit to my G.P. aka another chapter of the chemical experiment that is my life.

I had made an extended appointment as I had some issues to discuss with him, but when Wing  found out I was going, he decided that he could use the extended time.  Well, let's just say I have not problem discussing personal issues with my G.P. but it's funny watching Wing turning redder and redder, and looking anywhere but at either of us.

I got prescription kerfuffle fixed, and refills for what has run out. Oh happy day, I found out that even with all the different meds, I can still take my migraine medicine.
As to Wing's issue, his gout is acting up. Muhahaha! The peanuts are mine! ALL MINE! Eh, they'll be in the air tight container waiting for him.

Tomorrow, I get to see Matt the Torturer! (aka physiotherapist) even earlier in the morning than I saw my G.P.  And I am NOT a morning person.

On a different note, I have been waiting for some books by Rosemary Edghill to become available for Kindle for some years.  I finally broke down and got the trilogy called the 12 Treasures. What happened to the other 9? Let's call it an early Yule present for me.