Showing posts with label Bascom Palmer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bascom Palmer. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Pleeze Come Into My La-bor-a-tory...



I’m going under the microscope today.
I feel like a bug in a Far Side cartoon.
I warned my eye surgeon I’d better not
see antennae sprouting from his head, or
see that he’s suddenly transformed into
a drooling mad doctor with a penchant
for experimentation. I’m going into the
O.R. with two eyes, doc--not three.

I’m not supposed to eat or drink before
surgery. Right now, I’m smelling scrambled
eggs and turkey bacon, and Tom just asked
if I could make him some coffee.
Cruel…

Another thing on the list is No Makeup.
God help me…Halloween is over, isn't it?
No lotions or perfumes--I’ll come out of
surgery smelling like a rubber tire.
Tommy Bahama…I need my Tommy!

I guess the hospital is afraid the patient
might light up--literally. It’s happened:
Combustible patients are really on the rise…
Check the sprinkler system--quick!

I’ll be glad when the Trilogy of The Eye is done.
Doctor Corrent said a few extra stitches
should fix the leak. Thanks, doc…
Winterize me while you’re at it!
B-rrrr...





Friday, December 18, 2009

To Naples Day Surgery, and Nancy's List:




Before I write today's blog, I want
to give accolades to my bedside nurses
at Naples Day Surgery: To Lyn and to the “Jennifers”
who were wonderful to me.

You ladies put a big smile on my face.

Hugs to all of you.
And to Dr. George Corrent of Bascom Palmer
Eye Institute in Naples, FL: You were the best in every way.
Thanks, everyone.


Nancy’s List:


* Elastic waist bands belong on underwear.
Shoot me if I'm ever wearing polyester with elastic.


* Floaters: Everyone has them.
Right now, I have a fly buzzing in my eye.

Where’s my eye-swatter?

* Strands of my hair can be found everywhere.
Thank goodness I have enough still left on my head.

Birds in the neighborhood love me...

* My bedroom slippers look like they’ve been
occupied by a family of raccoons…


* Have cheese? Nah--give me cheesecake.

* Drive-thru banks should supersize my withdrawal…

* Ads at the movie: If I wanted to watch them,
I would’ve stayed home and flipped on the TV.


* Uncontrollable emissions: air fresheners are in aisle 3--
there are noise abatement laws, too…


* Ever put a telemarketer on “hold”?
Wouldn’t it be great if you had their phone number?

* Tom thinks if something’s not been used for awhile,
toss it out…hmmm.


* My lovebird, Daisy, enjoys nibbling on my neck.
Pretty thrilling…


* Self-cleaning oven: I haven’t seen mine
move a muscle in months…


* Getting an order of chocolate truffles, and the
delivery person leaves the box in my sweltering garage…


* Making a chocolate shake from my truffle order…

*Feng Shui works for some people. How do I feng shui
bath towels and clothes left sprawled about? It’s kick butt time…


* Don’t sweat the small stuff. If you have salt, make Margaritas…