I was dragged to the Doctor's today. The expense of it bothered me (paid for by borrowing) and the fact that the “good news” I get is tempered heavily.
Basically I am now 1/4 inch over 6' and 179 pounds. (I've gained SEVEN pounds since arriving here! That is a good thing.) And I'll probably live 4-6 more years, 7 on the outside.
As this is what they told me each year for the last 3 (including the time frame) there's no real surprise. No fat, no sugar, no flavor, and I'll make it to the max.
I also got my sproinged glasses back today. They are really really dark. I'm fairly well convinced I can sneak any dog into shops now with Ethel and my time honored ruse of claiming they are seeing eye dogs . . .
I can see remarkably well with them though. I can see coins in my hand and identify them by sight instead of by touch! There is a lot of detail though. I sort of miss seeing the world through a number 2 diffusion lens.
Then Good Ol' Dog and I went for a walk. We encountered many strange beings and saw a blood red cardinal, which excited me no end. I realise where ever I am I will always be a tourist, and always be in awe of my surroundings, even if now I can see them a bit too clearly.
I have a job interview on Monday, in a town about 30 miles away!! It's a terrible job with mediocre pay - I'm split down the middle as to if I want it.