I love a funny story, especially if it's about me so I will tell ya about gettin my eyes fixed.
...mz ribit and my doctor have been on me for about ten years now about getting my eyes fixed. They were concerned that I didn't have enough peripheral vision to be able to drive. Mz ribit doesn't like to drive but she does like to sit in the passenger seat and supervise.
...I dunno if it was that I decided that mz ribit and the eye doc convinced me that they were right or if they just wore me down with the never ending artillery from the passenger seat when my driving technique or some other personal flaw of mine was not the topic of conversation, so I said OK.
The main reason that I was opposed to it is that I was afraid that if I got the surgery that I would look like Regis Philbin when they got thru.
Im sure old regis is a good guy, but he looks to me like he has had a lot of facelifts and that confirmed a belief of mine that if an old man gets "cosmetic" surgery that he will no longer look like an old man, he will look like an old woman. Ya gotta admit that in the above pic that Regis looks a lot like Barbara Bush.
...anyway, appointments were made exams were accomplished with mucho gusto. Yesterday morning I went and had the lower eyelid fixed. That's where they like to start. I think the upper eyelid job is more painful or maybe it just takes longer so they can't schedule as many surgeries in a day. Surgery completed mz ribit drove me home and I hit the sack for awhile. I have to sleep on my back and how she resists that temptation I will never understand. Apparently she has a stronger will than I thought.
...the area right beneath both my eyeballs is kinda sore. Not so sore that I am taking the pain meds they gave me. Im gonna try to save them for when I feel better. So Im sitting at my computer whacking away at the keys and got an ear tuned to the talking heads on tv. My younger son (the smart ass who knew I was afraid of looking like regis philbin) called and said he wanted to come by and visit. As he walked into my office door I asked him to turn on the overhead light, then I just turned my face toward him so he could see the full effect and get his harassing me over with. I was all braced for him to call me Regis Philbin.
My son, the smart ass, said I looked like Joan Rivers.
It coulda been worse I spoze.
He coulda said I looked like Nancy Pelosi. I mentioned that he is a smart ass didn't I? Must come from his mothers side of the family.
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