We have vacation and projects galore next week, so of course, we are falling apart this week! J has a bruised arm and a sore rib from a coworker dropping his end of a generator they were lifting down at work on Sunday. Nothing serious though, thank goodness.
He was planning on returning to work on Tuesday, but the night before I had flashes of light in one eye, and figured I'd better have it checked out. Since I had to be dilated, J drove me to the Dr and the later to the retinal specialist she sent me to. Good news- although the gel inside my eyeball is shrinking, that is a normal age-related happening that does not affect eyesight, and the hole she thought she saw turned out to be a wrinkle in my retina.
The specialist got a little peeved with me and my very strong blink reflex. He's not the first eye doctor to do so, either. I tried my best and was congratulating myself on looking in the right direction, when he told me I was squeezing so hard it made it difficult for him. This from the man who was probing around my eyelid with what looked like a crochet hook! Anyway, all's well that ends well.
There was a humorous moment, as we patients were all dilating in the hallway, the 'regular' eye Dr. came in to say hello to the specialist who uses this office one afternoon a week.
Dr to specialist : How are you doing? It's been awhile since I've seen you.
Specialist: Well, it's our second day of being empty nesters. All three kids are in college.
Dr: Oh ho- Sex in the living room!
Moment of silence, then Specialist: Well, we better get blinds on the windows first.
