Let me just say, Maggie likes drama. I don't know how she arranges for it, but it seems that every trip to the eye vet ends up in drama. (If my blood pressure and pulse go up, can I count that for aerobic activity?
)
The appointment was for 10am in Upland, so we got up, fed the herd, and loaded up by 8am. I see the truck needs gas, so I pull in and fill up. When I get back into the truck, hubby says something about the rear passenger tire being low. No problem -- just add some air. We have time.
I go add air. And I add air. And -- heck, I'm getting cold since it's 49F with a wind and no jacket -- I'm still adding air. So, I dig in the glove compartment (does anyone ever put gloves in here?!
) and find the tire gauge. I go back to the offending tire, try to takes its pressure, and it slips. Well, it doesn't really slip. The valve stem almost breaks off and the air is whooshing out. @#$%$#
I call AAA. It'll be 45-60 minutes to get someone out to take me to a tire place. I decide that if I fill it up as best I can, I should be able to limp to the nearest tire place about 6 blocks away.
I get there and there's cars waiting all over the place. Great. I go in, explain my situation, and the first dude (note my disrespectful tone
) says it'll be 1-2 hours and that I'll probably need a new tire. @$#%@^@ I just went through this 6 weeks ago, so I know it's the valve stem, beside the obvious fact you can see the crack and hear it. Dude doesn't agree and insists on a new tire. I'm getting annoyed, so I ask for the phone book to look up another tire place. Dude doesn't like that. The manager comes in and dude here tells the manager that I'm refusing service. Did I suddenly get dropped into an auto-medical facility?
The manager looks at me and I tell him dude hasn't even looked at the tire. Thankfully, the manager takes over. We look at the tire, and -- wow -- it's the valve stem which needs replacing. Dude glares. Dude them tells me that my husband will have to get out of the truck, to which I point out hubby is holding my cat. Dude starts to tell me the cat isn't allowed into the waiting room (good, because the cat doesn't want to sit in the waiting room anyway! ), but the manager steps in, again. (Bless him!!!) In 10 minutes, I have a new valve stem, the tire is inflated, hubby and Maggie have been comfy in the truck, and I'm on the road.
Of course, it's now 8:45am so someone has to drive like a maniac to get there. I have no idea who this someone is.
So, now I suppose you want to know about the actual eye visit?
Everything is fine. The graft is full integrated. The cornea has healed and is better than when the second graft was done. We now start the process of slowly having the veins to the graft back out. One drop daily of a steroid, which shouldn't be enough to cause the herpes to get active. And...
NO MORE CONE!!!
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