I forgot to say in my last entry that there was just a light layer of dead skin in the canal the doctor needed to remove and that was it. It’s felt much better since seeing her as there’s only so much I can do at home on my own without the proper tools and lighting. 

The first thing she said when she entered the exam room was, “You look very pink today. Pink shirt, pink purse, pink toenails.” 

“And my neon yellow fingernails go well with your outfit,” I told her. She looked skinnier this time around because she wasn’t wearing the white coat most doctors wear that makes them look bigger with its bagginess. She wore a long yellow/green skirt and a yellow top. 

I usually have one or two of the lead characters in my books be based on someone I either know or have seen while most of the extras are fictitious. On the way out I commented to Tom on how much the doctor’s nurse resembled an imaginary character in my last book. He laughed and said, “How can someone look like an imaginary person?” 

LOL. 

So we get on the elevator to head down from the third floor when all kinds of people suddenly want to get on with us and box me in the back corner. I said, “Okay that’s enough. No more people. Close the door now.” 

A couple of guys turned and looked down at me and laughed as if I were some cute kid. 

After the 10 of us got off the elevator Tom and I went to Walmart to pick up our new glasses. We both like and don’t like our new progressives. My glasses themselves are gorgeous and I think they look better on me than my purple Candies. The only thing about them is that I am more aware of the crosswire between the lenses because they have to extend into the lenses themselves since they’re frameless. They don’t cause that “swimming” effect I got with a cheap pair I got through the mail years ago, but they’re not very good for the computer. As even Tom noticed, the writing appears to be curved and there’s only a little circle of print that is clear when you’re looking through the bottom part of the lenses. They’re borderline for my giant 30-inch monitor, but they’re not good at all for my MacBook Air screen. I’ll continue using my old ones for when I’m working on the computer, but the new ones are great for everything else. Love how they darken in the sunlight. 

We can get new lenses every year and new frames every two years. Next year I’ll have them pop the lenses out of my Candies and replace them with the same non-progressive style that they’re currently in. They have little round bubbles on the bottoms and that’s what I look through when I’m seeing things close-up. No more designer frames, though. You can only put progressive lenses in them. There are still plenty of nice frames that aren’t as bold as my clunky Candies. 

While we were at Walmart, I looked for some adult coloring books and didn’t find any. Sure found a nice battery-operated pencil sharpener and a whole lot of mediums in which to color, however. Colored pencils and gel pens in metallic, glitter and neon. It’s a relaxing thing to do when I can’t sleep but don’t have any energy for anything else. I printed some out and eventually, I’ll get the Secret Garden a friend recommended to me with my survey money. They’re only a few bucks. Think I’ll grab some chocolate incense while I’m at it. 

On the way out of Walmart, they had a little collection of bamboo plants at the checkout in three or four different color vases with matching orchids. The little stem of orchids is fake, of course, but it gives the bamboo a splash of color. I got a dark pink vase with purple orchids. 

We grabbed a bite to eat at Carl’s Jr. on the way home. I got chicken strips, which I couldn’t finish. 

My purple dress arrived and it’s great except that I wish it were an inch or two shorter. I wanted to wear it with my purple sparkly shoes, but on flats, the back of it just brushes against the ground. Up on heels, even if they were not very high, it would be fine. 

My 8th bronze figurine from the erotic series (not sure of its name) arrived, too. 

As anyone who has ever been through a traumatic event knows, working through PTSD can take time. Two nights ago I finally got up the nerve to venture a couple of miles on my bike alone after what happened to me last year. Until now I have either been staying close to home or not venturing far unless Tom was with me. I’m still not going to go out after dark anymore by myself since the last thing I want to do is have a spill when no one’s around. I realize I was taking a chance in doing so before. All I have to do is miss a speed bump or hit a possum or a skunk to throw me. Getting a flat going down the hill wouldn’t be fun either. If something were going to happen to me, I’d rather it be when people are around. 

Anyway, the first time out I felt slightly nervous when I realized I had gone over a mile away from home, so I cut it a bit short, and my worst problem that night was almost colliding with another biker. LOL 

Yesterday I rode over 2 miles with no problem. Just a turkey that teased me by making it look like he was going to jump out in front of me only to change his mind at the last second, then someone’s mutt let me have it later on as I went by. 

I mentioned to Andy that I had an ENT appointment, and what did he say about it when I got back home? Nothing, Absolutely nothing. Never asked me how it went or anything. 

I told him he might want to check out my entry about the prosthetic ear and he totally ignored me. That is just so typical of Andy.