I'm having trouble reading the screen today, because I just got back from another eye exam, this time with dilation. Yes, I have macular degeneration in both eyes. A specialist in Indy will call me Monday to schedule an appointment, and I'll bet he doesn't work Saturdays, so BH will have to take a day off work. Or maybe I can schedule it for when Lance Criminal is home, and he can be my chauffeur. Yay. One thing I see clearly is big changes ahead. I hate to borrow trouble, and who knows how it will progress, but the thought of a future without reading, crocheting, or embroidery, is just plain depressing.
There is one bright spot though ("bright" in a twisted sort of way.) We are both going to quit smoking when BH moves to Virginia, simply because we can't afford rent and cigarettes, but I was afraid that when we get settled, BH might start again. Nope. I can't smoke or be exposed to second-hand smoke. Huh. And all these years I've been concerned about heart disease and cancer. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.
Oh. And hey, Social Security might still exist when I become disabled and can't work! Gee. I could also supplement my income by suing restaurants that refuse to admit seeing-eye dogs. Speaking of which, I guess I should add a seeing-eye dog foundation to my list of weekly charity donations - might improve my chances of getting one when I need one, right?
Who the fuck wrote that last paragraph!?!