Through the Eyes of the Beholder…

Well, I couldn’t put it off any longer.  Mom was about to literally cry she was getting so fed up with me changing this appointment. My secretary takes this kind of stuff extremely seriously. You just don’t miss appointments in her world folks. This morning is my appointment with my optometrist.  My doctor wants to check my eyes and see if my contacts are fitting okay. He also wants to see if any changes in my prescription need to occur. Mom has been thinking of things that would encourage me to go so we are going for beef burrito supremes at Taco Hell and dessert at Sonic afterwards.  Weirdly, mom has never eaten at Taco Hell before. That’s about to be rectified for better or for worse. She is insisting that we go. “I love you and I don’t mean to be so hard on you,” mom said last night. “I just worry about your health.” I guess a lot of folk’s moms wouldn’t just give a sh@t so I should be more thankful and less cavalier about these affairs. Christmas Comes Early With Martha In Charge… “What would you like for some stocking stuffers?” mom asked me a few days ago. Well, mom and dad are always carrying on about me not shaving so I told mom I would like an inexpensive cordless electric shaver. Mom took that idea and ran with it.  She got my father one as well. Not sure if Pops is gonna use his, but I have a clean shaven face at the moment.

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - December 18, 2013 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs