…come back again next Friday.
Which is akin to saying there is no real change.
My vision is still damn blurry.
I’m still on the steroids. (Someone told me this is how the professional athletes take them. Does this mean if I really worked out, I’d bulk up female bodybuilder style? I’m not into that so much, but I sure do wish my arms were more muscular: too bad I kind of hate working them out in any disciplined manner, although walking my yanking dog must count for something.)
And, as I already mentioned, I have to come back next Friday because the two exams he’s now done on my left eye don’t match at all, and he’s not comfortable with that…thank god.
At least the guy is thorough. And he did say that the eye itself looks way better even if I can’t (unfathomably: in my book anyway. He doesn’t seem to be nearly so flipped out as I am) see out of it clearly. And he seemed to think next week all would be right.
So here’s hoping, because if I have rely on my dog to guide me, we are most likely going to end up roadkill on the Hana Highway. He has his talents, but mostly they involve looking cute.