Caller ID said "Liberty Eye Center". Shit, this is really happenin' ain't it? So, I'd gone into the specialist... forgot and wore my Missouri jacket... THANK GOD when I walked into his office there were University of Missouri Diplomas plastered allover the walls... I could just see some Chickenhawk Doctor messin' with me... Puttin' the lens in backwards... mebbe with a Chickenhawk insignia on it so that'd be forced to stare at that all day.. Maybe an see-thru image of Mangino.. Shit.
Visit was good. He talked about "can do this for distance, but I really think you need this (nearsighted I think)... now if we do this – it would affect things like your distance, say, in playing golf." Doc, I've always sucked at golf, this stagea my life – let's work on the reading/close up stuff. A slight chuckle. I mean, I want this man to like me – and to not fucking sneeze just as he starts the incision. Or, to think, "this is a grumpy old fart – who cares if I make an error." God I hope he gets a good night's sleep, and that his kids are behaved the night before.. I wonder if I called his wife the day before if she'd doink him that night so he'd be in a good mood when he came to cut. I hope he'll get decaf at QT that morning. I hope he doesn't get drunk the night before.. "Ooops… sorry Victor."
One eye is considerably worse than the other. "Victor, I think we'll do the stronger of the two eyes first." Gulp. Visions of Jose Feliciano ran thru my head. Georgia on my mind.. Tell me what I say… WHY CUT ON THE GOOD EYE FIRST? Whad'if it doesn't work?
Eddie Murphy and Stevie Wonder were driving down the road.. Lil' Stevie takes out his harmonica.. starts jammin' very nicely... Eddie, looking straight ahead and not gyrating.. turns to Stevie and says "Stevie, you wanna impress me... take the wheel."
Ok, I'll get the hell outta here now. Game plan is right eye 1/31... GD I gotta miss the next day's work too. If I can still see to drive in two weeks – left eye on Valentine's Day. I hope my co-workers who gave me the GD moldy honey bun to eat don't gimme a box of 'Valentine's chocolate candy' that's really filled with doggy chunks. The bastards, wouldn't put it past them. I'm sure glad Kendra doesn't read this. (Our IT guy blocked her, hehe.)
So, by my final followup on 3/12 I'll be damn close to bein' outta sick leave. Oh well. Life goes on. Seeya later (I hope).
Love, Victurd
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