Thursday #73 – most of this Thursday is
difficult to remember – not due to any exciting shenanigans and subsequent
black-outs, but instead due to my laziness and the fact I am only jotting it
down now, 12 days later. It's safe to assume
I woke up just before 7, showered, dressed, weetbixed and headed off to work.
A quick check of the appointment book
confirms my day at work was fairly unremarkable. The highlight was probably The Lazy-Eyed 7
Year Old who was so excited by her retinal photos she got them emailed to her so
she could take them to school for show and tell. I guess since the kids at school ask her to
“do the lazy eye thing” in which she can (not without pain) get her left eye to
roll completely up and out so it almost isn't visible; any other eye thing to
distract them is a good thing. There was
also The German Patient who didn't like multifocals, liked bifocals but without
the line separating distance and near, didn't want separate pairs for distance
and near and was anti-contact lenses. I
left that gem in the capable hands of the dispensers as it would seem she wants
a solution that doesn't exist. Perhaps I
should've suggested laser eye surgery...
After work I swung by The Scientist's house
to help her out with her new contacts.
Apparently my job as an optometrist means she thinks I'm an expert at
putting contact lenses in. Pfft. I
sorted her out and declined a dinner invite as an impatient DTM was wanting me
to come home so we could eat and then head to Coles via The Armenian
Grandmother's.
We ate our chicken and salad outside – this
I remember because I am still waiting for the ugly red bite marks to disappear
from my legs. Their colour and persistence
leads me to believe I may have been attacked by ants rather than
mosquitoes. After dinner we headed off
to visit The Armenian Grandmother. At 88
and with English as her second language, I'm not sure she understands a word I
say, not a huge problem as I tend to leave the talking to DTM. She has commented though that she doesn't
really understand him either. It always
makes for an interesting hour or so.
After helping DTM be a good grandson, we
headed to Coles to do a much-needed grocery shop. I'm fairly certain I don't like this “being a
grown-up” rubbish and grocery shopping with DTM may very well be the death of
me. Another unexciting Thursday down but
to be fair, it was always going to be hard to following a Wednesday which had
culminated in An Evening With The Hoff!
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