The Manic Mechanic

Since one of the tasks I had today was taking Mom to see her opthamologist, I decided it was time to have my own aging eyes checked. I've been harping on my own failing vision for a while, so it was prime time I did something about it. Since Mom's op doc was booked up, I had to select one of the others in order to have a more-or-less simultaneous visit when I took her in. I ended up with "Dr. Hammer". Any concerns about having an unknown opthomologist were mostly lost amidst internalized tittering and giggles of an eye doctor wearing gigantic parachute pants and an inability to 'touch this'. Of course I was sure to find the opposite, but I could not help myself. Well, indeed the opposite was found, as Dr. Hammer was a (nearly exceedingly) pocket-sized, rather nicely built, mustachioed white fella. Even my gaydar started to show a few pings. Bottom line, my eyes are just the mess I figured them to be, with the added spectre of glaucoma, as my pressures read about 25, on a normal scale of 12-22. Overall, though, not bad for an increasingly creaky 44-year old. When my shiny, new titanium framed spectacles are finished, I should be able to add a new, squinty-eyed userpic with flannel and drop shadow a la chrisglass.

My heartfelt thanks to all who have left well wishes and encouraging words in my LJ lately, especially the last post. It was my intention to not allow replies to my previous entry, but once I found that some had started, it was too late to go back and change it. I dont want it to appear that I am fishing for replies, nor do I want anyone to feel they are somehow obligated to leave any. Regardless, what I have consistently found has been some of the kindest words and offers of help I have ever encountered. I wish I could thank everyone personally, somehow. To put into perspective your gestures, I have known many of you for a very short time, yet your genuine, heartfelt concerns are plenty. Contrast this with coworkers I have known over twenty years who have offered absolutely nothing. My department is famous for circulating cards for signatures and collections if someone is out for both major and minor reasons. Of the few dozen in said department, only one has stepped up to me and asked if there was anything he could do. Of all the times I was away due to major illnesses or injuries over the years. I got one card. They seem to think that I do this just in order to get more vacation time. These were actual words from one of my previous managers. Yep, perspectives.

I know who my friends are. See that reflection in your display?