Last night I dreamed I was riding along with FCM on a trip to Food Lion. I was happy because I’d never been to a Food Lion store before. Then somehow I ended up spending the night at Fairy Chat Estates and had to call her husband ""because I didn’t know his name. The really odd part was that FCM told me I wasn’t dressy enough for where we were going the next day, so she gave me tweed shorts and a matching jacket. My subconscious clearly doesn’t know FCM very well.
My eye appointment yesterday went fine. Over an hour of waiting for a 3-minute appointment. Sheesh. But the cornea wasn’t damaged, only irritated. Whew! My pressure is good even though we cut out one of the glaucoma meds, so I was hoping he’d put me on a semi-annual schedule, but nope, three months. It’s no big deal.
50 years for me, and I know you’re right, but these are $1,400, which is a lot of money for me. The tech who actually dispensed them said that they should be replaced every 3-4 months, but some patients wear them 6 months without issue, though they’re not supposed to. She said to watch for discomfort and diminished vision. I didn’t have either. Still, it was clearly (Hah!) too long, so I’ll bite the bullet and replace them sooner.
Yes, but day-um, it wasn’t easy. As Eliza Doolittle said, “A little pain etches folly on the brain.” OK, she didn’t say that, but she should have. 
So a few weeks ago, I did a sleep study at home. My red blood cell count was too high, and as I know I sometimes snore and two of my siblings have sleep apnea, my doc sent me to a sleep specialist. The equipment I had to wear wasn’t that bad, but I HATE the idea of having to use a CPAP, so I only slept for about 3 hours, then I kept waking up, thinking, “Was I just sleeping? Did I snore?” Today I got a letter saying the results were “inconclusive,” so I have to do the whole thing again. 
Attention, Dopers! You may already know this, but If you got a nice, fat social security check or, like JtC, your mom did, please remember to set aside some for taxes. Social security is taxable income, and many people who get a lump sum spend the whole thing without realizing they’ll owe a chunk next tax season. I told my sister, who was also one of the lucky winners, to set up an account at the soc. security website and arrange to have taxes taken out of the monthly check, too.
doggio, my hat is off to drivers for your company. My brother, who had a knee replacement, dropped some mail, and the wind sailed it to a field so, not wanting to be a litterbug, he went after it…and sank past his ankles in mud. He tried to get out, but his knee was too painful. He flagged down a UPS truck, and the driver not only helped him out, but went back and retrieved his shoes, which were buried in the muck. Wasn’t that kind?
Aw, poor puppy! Glad she seems better now, but that couldn’t have been fun for either of you.
Happy Doperversary AskNott!
RIchialm, I’m so sorry you lost your friend. 55 is MUCH too young. He sounds like an extraordinary person.
He can’t remember.
