You're 48, of course you're going blind!

I went to the eye doctor today because I thought I might need glasses. I used to wear fairly thick ones but I got lasik and I could see really well after that. When I turned 40 things started going down hill. I don't have to wear specs all the time but I do need cheaters when I read. And I don't need strong cheaters, I only need a 1.00 power pair.

My job involves lots of computer work and I noticed that when I'd work on the computer then look away from the monitor, I couldn't see anything else. Everything was fuzzy. And I can't read anything anymore unless I have my cheaters.

I was beginning to get worried because I do not want to have to start wearing glasses or contacts again. This prompted me to have my eyes checked. I found a very nice eye doctor and was pleasantly surprised to find that some of the techniques eye doctors used to use have changed a lot. Probably one reason I hesitated to get my eyes checked for so long was because I hate, hate, HATE the horrible test where a puff of air is blasted at 10,000,000 psi directly at your eyeball. That is a cruel test. They don't do that any more. Now, they put tiny drops in your eye that sting like hell before they numb everything. They have an instrument that they stick onto your eye and it measures your eye pressure. Sounds gross I agree, but your eye is numb so you don't feel a thing.

My eye doctor listened to my concerns then gave me the wonderful test where you have to cover one eye and read a chart that's 6 miles away with the other eye. The other test I got was the one where you peer through various lenses and tell the doctor which lens makes things clearer. I think 9 out of 10 lenses are the same and the doctor is secretly laughing at you make a fool out of yourself by stating that you can see better through one plain glass lens over another. I told him that, too. I felt that it was important to let him know I was in on his wicked little joke.

I guess my doc figured out fairly quickly that I was a jokester because when he did the check up where he uses a magnifying glass and ultra bright 10,000 watt light to peer all the way to my retina he told me that it was the test where he could see any good or evil in me. I told him that he should probably wear a shield because he'd probably see all sorts of bad stuff.

The good news is that I can still get by with my cheaters. OR I could spend a couple of hundred bucks and buy a fancy pair of prescription glasses that are basically the same power as my cheapies. I'm not going blind (any more than any other 48 year old person is), my retina isn't detaching, I don't have any tumors and my eyes aren't crossed. I passed!!! Now, I don't have to go back for another 10 years. Or until I can't see very well and get paranoid again. Whichever comes first.

How cleaning the carpet led to texturing the walls

I’m one of those ding dongs who can’t go from point A to point B directly.  My ADD is strong enough that when I’m on a mission, 27 other little missions pop up along the way. See my crude map that shows the route I took? This crazy route is one I take at least a million times per day.

Case in point…I was going to shampoo the carpet in my office. I managed to get the carpet cleaner ready for use in one trip and I even managed to clean ½ of the carpet before I got distracted. It was then that I noticed that the wallpaper border that one of my kidlets had started stripping was still on part of the wall. Then I noticed that the wallpaper on one whole wall was really ugly and needed to be stripped.

I abandoned the carpet cleaning and started stripping the wallpaper border. None of it would come off easily so I had to really work at it. For a few days. The entire wall that was covered went a lot faster so it only took me 3 days to finish that job because of course, I got distracted during the work.

Next I noticed that there were some cracks in the walls due to the dry summer we had so I knew that I’d have to repair them. The wall that was totally papered had never been textured so I realized that I was going to have to texturize it. This led to another distraction because I had to go on line right then and find out how to do that job.

I was on my way to the garage to look and see if we had any wall texture mud stuff or any of the necessary tools when I walked through the kitchen and noticed that the cat food container was empty. I had to stop what I was doing so I could refill the cat bowl. While refilling the bowl I noticed that there was lots of junk on the tile floor so I swept it. That led me to taking out the trash. I finally made it to the garage only to discover that we did not have any wall texture mud stuff.

I had planned on going to the hardware store the next day to purchase some wall texture mud stuff but I got distracted and ended up grocery shopping. It’s been 3 weeks and I still haven’t gotten the wall texture mud stuff. The carpet is still ½ cleaned and the cracks in the walls still aren’t repaired either.

I need to get these chores finished, people! It would be nice if Mr. Wonderful offered to help me both doing the work and keeping me on task but it’s not going to happen. My kids are no help either. The only ones willing to help are Ruby, Pork Chop and Schwayze the cats. They’ll sit in the room with me and keep me company while I work. And they won’t mind if I get distracted by them and stop working so I can pet and play with them.