Jail and a Bus Ride

I was arrested for something. I was sitting in jail and this guy wrote a check and he ended up writing it on my account. It wasn't a traditional jail. I wasn't behind bars, but I was definitely in trouble. I kept saying that I was "hoodwinked," and "taken for." One of the "guards" took me to a hearing and as I was walking there I had to walk through a room filled with school-aged children. G was there but I wasn't allowed to say hi or hug him or anything. I tried to make myself so he wouldn't see me and get upset. I was balling at the notion of not being able to hug him.

Then I was on a bus. I asked the gentlemen next to me for $.17 for the bus ride. It felt like it was in the "olden times" where everything cost dramatically less. He didn't have the money so I took out my change purse and gave him $.20. He then gave me $.14 cents back and we laughed a bit. I was thankful and kissed him on the cheek. He looked at me and said "Do you know who I am?" At that point I surmised he was a pastor. I said that I didn't care. And then Little One woke me up. I wanted to go back to that point, but couldn't

Map Dot Fingerprint Dystrophy - Stromal Puncture

So I know I haven't been blogging lately. I have been dreaming, but I haven't really felt like blogging any of them. I had previously blogged that I had hope because I found a great doctor. Well, last week I found out she's moving to Iowa. Talk about disappointment. As of that date I hadn't had an erosion (except one very early in January with a pain level of 3 so nothing really to talk about) and hadn't been able to have my surgery (stromal puncture). I didn't know what I was going to do. And then, Sunday morning, I had one of my worst erosions to date. Serious pain (level 9 for me). I called the answering service and the on-call doctor just said to wait until Monday. Monday morning I made the appointment. Barring some major stress dealing with the insurance company - and I mean major - the stromal puncture went well. I still have some pain today and blurry vision. The aftertaste of my medicinal eyedrops is disgusting. I'm hoping this is the beginning of the end.

And now, I literally know the meaning of "Swear to G-d, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye."

A Quick Trip

We were driving back from vacation. We were in the hotel and I ordered Dave 2 new pairs of underwear from the t.v. He had gone up a size, to a 7. We didn't check the room like we normally did - we just left very quickly. Dave did all the driving and it went superfast. We stopped in the middle of the trip for a graduation party that my mom and step-mom threw for me. They had used the games from a cousin's graduation party and it was a ton of fun - I was surprised. Then we were home. I told Dave I hadn't even realized he had driven the whole way home and that it was so much faster then when we drove down.