Hmmm. . .

[rolanni]

Came home from the eye doctor's to find a battered blue pick-up truck with "Wholesale Steak to the Public" fading into the doors. One young man was on the phone in the passenger's seat; the other was on our deck, having just closed the screen door. He came down stairs, and backed the truck out, waiting 'til Steve parked and got out, then cockily offered him steak. Steve declined. They offered chicken; he declined that, too. They then went up the drive to our neighbor's house, apparently tried the door their, and zipped down the road.

I would have been happier about this if we'd found a flier in the door, but -- no.

In health news, the verdict from the eye doctor is posterior vitreous detachment. Apparently the fifty-five year extended warranty expired.

My eyes are still dilated, and computer screens are bright. Maybe I'll call the town cop shop with a description of the truck, and, I dunno, start the laundry or something.

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[rolanni.livejournal.com]

random light flashes, floaters, the works? Good for catching it. Did it tear the retina, or did you get to avoid that?

Managed to avoid a tear (phew).

My eye doc says once it happens it will probably happen again, and that's also been our experience. So keep vigilant.

My doctor said the same, and also that tears are...not rare, but not inevitable, either, so that's something...

[liadan-m.livejournal.com]

and the tears, depending on the treatment needed/used, are scary to scary-then-boring. Mom had to lie on her left side, not read or watch tv, and wait for the retina to start re-attatching when they used a gas bubble to hold the edges of the tear together. Those three days sucked, for her and for me. My mother is easily bored.