Blurry vision in my left eye.
Farsighted.
Ordered glasses.
Suck. Suck. Suck.
I needed a shoulder to cry on. Someone who would understand, sympethize, make me feel better.
So I called my very sweet, sensitive brother and unloaded the most awesome news.
This is how the conversation went...
I said, "I just ordered my glasses."
He said, "Did you get to pick out your cane, too?"
I answered, "No, but my walker is hot pink with tennis balls on the feet."
And he replied, "When does the catheter arrive?"
And I retorted, "No catheter, but my IV is running nicely."
He came back with, "How many cats do you have now?"
I threw it back with, "Five, and they attack the pink flamingo in my front yard."
He responded with, "You're old now."
And I finished with, "Fuck you."
And he giggled.
Our conversations would do a Judd Apatow movie proud.
This is how I hope my glasses make me look...ha.
