Click images for desktop size: "Indian's Death" by Akhareshe Went to the doctor's yesterday. It was a curious non-event.
I still have no idea what the visit will cost. They said they'd bill me. Of course I'm hoping they'll forget! But I don't count on it.
There was one excellent thing. I got THREE months of drugs at a shot. With THREE refills. Suddenly I feel . . . free. Or at least freer. Three months not being tethered to a place, freedom for a year. Even if I don't go anyplace, which is likely, the fact that I can makes me feel so much better.
I also got penicillin. If I can rely on my body and the past the antibiotics will knock out about 80% of my discomfort.
Rah for losing 80% of the discomfort.
The doc looked at my eye too. Saw nothing in there, like debris I mean. It still hurts like hell.
My left eye got down twisted pretty hard from the Bells Palsy (that was a special scary treat, swollen face and paralyzed. And I never missed any work). I have double vision from just the one eye. I can usually compensate with my right eye and it doesn't bother me much.
I found it impossible to keep my right eye closed though. The longer it was open the more it hurt. Finally I resorted to the old Bell Palsy eye patch . . . somethings you just can't throw away. Somethings you drag from coast to coast so that if you're ever inclined to forget . . .
It worked pretty well. I enjoyed seeing everyone and everything being pursed by their translucent ghost. Keep me occupied for a good four minutes.
It worked though and I was able to watch a movie that way. The movie was not worth the effort. Steven Chow made "Shaolin Soccer" which I thought was great and followed that up with "Kung Fu Hustle" which was pretty entertaining. "CJ7" was his first film in over two years, so there were a lot of high expectations from everyone, including me.
I watched the trailer on the Apple site and was intrigued about the cute little, pliable space-puppy. So we sat down to watch this with glad hearts and empty thoughts.
Click images for desktop size: "Necronom" by HR Giger And left with the empty minds and bored hearts. The movie is sadly and inexplicably dire.
Its a kid's movie, so were Chow's others, but this one seems geared and aimed at sub-normal 4 year olds, where the rest were kid movie aimed at adults. The film is cruel, shows a "loving" parent swatting his child in public. The kid then does vicious things to the cute little space-puppy.
Like all puppies CJ7 forgives the violence perpetuated against him, even rewards it. Very strange, stranger moral lesson there too.
A movie to avoid, I think. Especially for kids.
I woke up and my eye was not hurting at all. That lasted for 90 minutes. Which is a good thing. I've got the eye patch on now and find it funny to type and watch the ghost words pop up.
I'm planning to work on my bike today. If other people think 60 is T-Shirt and shorts weather (it isn't) then I can get my bike ready for spring and tool around some. The battery is charged, the tires need some air but not as much as I feared.
I, of course, would be terrified to see someone on an electric bike wearing an eye-patch while he dodges between the ghost cars.
But what do I know.