That’s яight, Bob’s eyes aяe f-ed up, just like mine,
the infection is tяending on Twitteя and Vine.
The Olympic anchoя desk went up in flames,
when Bob could no longeя host the Sochi Games.
What was the cause? Foul TV make-up oя яouge?
Or peяhaps he ate sh*t while attempting the luge?
Maybe the boяscht fяom the night befoяe,
had been hoяяifically bяewing since the Cold Waя.
Whateveя the cause, I wish him well,
a quick яecoveяy foя the eyes fяom hell.
Oh, and I almost foяgot, hoping his ‘hotel’ room has light bulbs, nyet poison wateя, a fяamed Putin poяtяait, a toilet that allows fishing, a cuяtain яod, a яoof, nyet stяay dogs, faucet knobs, glass in the window fяame, a mattяess, electяicity, a showeя dяain, a dooя that unlocks fяom the inside, and a television to stay cuяяent on the cuяling competition in the 22nd Olympic Winteя Games.
Dr. F referred me to the most fab eye doc EVER. I’m telling you ~ he’s redic. Dr I, aka, Dr. Incredible, met with me and my mom last week, and we LOVED him, and not just because he’s a Trojan 🙂 He heads up Doheny Eye Institute, so it’s safe to say he has minute amounts of spare time, but you’d never know it. He gave me an extremely thorough exam, with all sorts of machines and gadgets I’d never seen before. He ended by checking out my cataracts, which he exclaimed were “beautiful”! I melted. He even invited Mom to sit in his chair, then gave her a lesson on looking through his magic viewer to gaze upon my gorgeous cataracts. She reported that mine were the most lovely of all the cataracts she’s seen. Because of my complications (previous LASIK surgery and Graft vs. Host of the eyes), Dr. Incredible wants to send me to the most qualified cataract surgeon he knows, so I am going to meet with Dr. K in a couple of weeks to discuss my upcoming lens implants.
Last Thursday, Dr. Fantastic looked at my results from AFBT (Another F-ing Blood Test) and liked what he saw. He has decided to lower my Tacrolimus once again! It’s reaching the point where I can almost take all my morning meds down in one gulp 🙂 That’s been one sick advantage of taking massive meds for so long, I can swallow fistfuls of pills. Sorry to brag, but it’s true.
I want to send a shoutout to my friend of 45 years, Laura, who has been posting words of encouragement on my Facebook for the past year! Like me, many of you have been inspired by her fantastic posts. Huge thanks, L!
Another dear friend, Mary, gave me a wonderful gift of private yoga sessions, and I finally felt up for the first one last week. I was a little intimidated, since my bod has been through a war and I have not stretched in almost 2 years. Leslie, the instructor was fantastic, as she had me take baby steps to start. Nearing the end of the session, she had me try chaturanga – nailed it!