Here is Stormy. Stormy is groggy. Stormy is soft. Stormy has clean teeth. On the other end of the camera is Joe. Joe is not groggy. Joe can barely see the camera or the computer screen. Joe has dilated pupils the size of a wombat.
Recovery mode.
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This morning I dropped the girl off at the vet’s office to have her fangs done. Every ten years no matter what, eh? So she hung out with Dr. Mark and I went to breakfast.
Mickey’s, especially when my friend Francis is cooking, turns out some great pancakes. Today was no exception. Light, sweet, fluffy. Washed it down with plenty of coffee and then went to my own doctor visit.
Last week I had my annual eye exam. Vision largely unchanged. Except for that little hemorrhage in the right eye. Really small. Miniscule. But something to look at, since the pathology of the eye indicated some complications from my high blood pressure (Who would have guessed I get wound up…) It’s called hypertensive retinopathy
My eye doctor, being a very good doctor, shipped me off to the specialist right away. After Mickey’s I got my pupils widened enough to drive a spike into my head. And that’s what bright light feels like at the moment. I verified that when my lovely wife gave me a present and made me keep my eyes closed until she’d given it to me.
I must admit, I thought she was trying to snug a too-tight baseball cap on my fat head. Until she told me to open my eyes and hit the switch. Yes, it was a Black Diamond Headlamp. And the thing was angled slightly downward – right into my ginormous pupils. I may be a bit off, but I suspect you could sit on the hump of a 747 on a foggy night, turn this thing on, and have enough light to land that airplane if it’s electrical system had failed. I am still seeing spots twenty minutes later.
So here we sit – the dog is dopey and I’m blind. But between us we have some shiny white teeth and a headlamp that shows them to perfection.
Oh – don’t worry. I’m taking care of the blood pressure thing this week. Turns out the eyes are in good shape but I’m going to go that extra mile to keep better control of my pressure. Do any of you have any leeches?
