If the movies were casting for a pirate movie, I’d be perfect: I’ve been sporting a Pirate Pete black eye patch the last few days.
I had a setback, post cataract surgery, when a few stitches began weakening. My eye became watery and inflamed causing double vision, and sending me pronto to my surgeon. Years ago I had RK, which scarred and softened the cornea, leading to the existing problem.
So, ol’ Patchy now has a contact lens keeping added pressure applied to help stave the errant stitches and heal the eye. The lens adds to the double vision and lack of depth perception, so the patch helps, blocking that problem.
On a scale of 1-10 on Nancy’s Humor Scale, don’t expect too much ha-ha from me today. It’s still a little rough to see especially after taking the $200 eye drops, which really set me off the plank at the pharmacy where I stood dumbfounded, mouth open, in complete shock, that a tiny bottle of 10ml drops could cost that much. Funny thing is I apparently saved $60!.
Not one to be duped, I did some cyber investigating. I found the same drops selling anywhere from $30 to $90. Other pharmacies were charging $150. Even my surgeon was dumbstruck by my cost.
So, patch-covered and blood boiling a bit on my Richter scale, I faced the tall and mouthy young man who sold me the prescription. Like a Peanuts movie, I bleah-bleah blaaa blaad at him about my price discoveries and discrepancies. He became defiant, so I walked away and served the kid up to the store manager, vowing not to return to the store pharmacy.
Later, I attempted to make a pumpkin pie and added too much/too little of some ingredients. Jen and Paul complained of bubbling stomachs soon after taking a few bites. I must have a cast iron stomach, though I knew something was amiss.
I want to make some Christmas cookies, but I’m enlisting Jen to measure the ingredients. I don’t want to be responsible for any rolling and pitching stomachs.
As Christmas nears, Ahoy mates, swab the decks while yer at it!