Well, the eye anyway. Went to visit my neuro-ophalmologist today: super friendly guy with a super friendly staff, a puff ball of a dog in the waiting room, and actual floppy discs because the peripheral vision machine he uses would have cost $5000 more if he got it with a CD burner. When I complimented his tie during the “look at my left ear, look up, look down” test, he exclaimed, “thanks! I got it on sale! I refuse to pay $80 for a strip of cloth that can’t cost more than $10.” Canjoose doctor after my own heart!
Anyway, after checking my eyes and the MRI, it turns out I have an itsy-bitsy, teenie-weenie yellow polka dot shawarma on top of my left eye ball. My vision is good, I don’t have any headaches, and it doesn’t cause me any pain. Prognosis: “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” I concur.
So now I have my leg surgery scheduled for the end of January. If you are looking for me then, check the ground floor of ANYWHERE.