DOCTOR AND THE DOG

Hi Bloggets. OK, so today I went to the Doctors. My Son went with me and Waggatail. We talked all the way about life in general and how proud I am of him. He speaks to people as we pass who talk to us and he is so clever, so charming and just a beautiful soul. He did something today that I am so proud of him for doing. I know he felt good about it too. Now cycling on his way to college to do extra work/catch up.

 

Waggatail was not her best today. Sniffing every corner, reaching for something that teen told me was a take away bag, from a nasty food shop.

She was lagging behind, stopping every five minutes. The fresh air woke us up. My boy came in through the night at two and I couldn’t sleep until about three this morning, then Hubs alarm went off at seven.

 

So let’s hope I will sleep tonight? I don’t feel ill or anything with no sleep, I’m used to it.

Ok, we sat waiting for the Doctor to call my name. She’s a lovely Doctor, so interested in how I cope in life, asking all sorts of questions, not like how is your health, let’s check your blood pressure or anything like that, but “How do you know what foods are? Hahahah. Bless her. I don’t mind her asking as she is genuinely interested.  It’s  something I guess she looks upon as a sort of amazement and she really has some kind of odd fascination with the blind world, but not in a nasty or patronising manner.

 

Anyway, she will refer me to an eye specialist. That day I am dreading. It’s been six years since I saw a specialist and I don’t like them. Always full of doom and gloom.

 

But I need to get this blur checked out. For someone who has not seen anything for sixteen years, it’s just odd. Like a dirty mark on my eye.

 

So out of there, and home. Had some lunch with my boy did some housework and now talking to you before making tea and more house work?

 

How long will I wait for an appointment? Hmm. Let’s see? And of course I will have to go on my own. Dreading that. X