Blurry, But in a Good Way in Everyday Ramblings

Yesterday afternoon from the 11th floor of our outpatient clinic building where I was getting my eyes checked. The picture is blurry because the light was so low but after I had my eyes dilated I was blurry all afternoon and into the evening. It made walking home through those colorful trees a smeary painterly delight.

There was very good news from this visit. My doctor said I just have the slightest trace of cataracts and I won’t need to get them addressed for decades. Plural. And there is no sign of the macular degeneration that plagued my older sister. I haven’t had new lenses for 2 ½ years and my vision is stable except for a modest increase in nearsightedness.

You don’t want to get me started on how the vision benefit that we have works though. The one I pay extra for. The “refraction fee” that was a surprise. But the new glasses will be about $350 cheaper than the last full pair with new frames I got five years ago. This is because I am using the optometry shop associated with our Eye Institute, which I hadn’t tried before.

Nimrod, my boss, apparently had a public melt down in the office late last week and yelled at a coworker who is a student of mine. I can’t say I am surprised. Nimrod has serious anger management issues as well as something that I think of as Narcissistic Personality Disorder (although it seems pretty mild these days compared to a President that we all have heard of).

Anyway, now she doesn’t want to come to classes he goes to. Sigh.

Saint Joe and I have learned how to manage and be with Nimrod. It has taken us a couple of years but we have a pretty good idea of what triggers him and we stay far far away from those things. My coworker was exclaiming (in a whisper out in the hall) how unprofessional it all is!

Well yeah.

I admit I laughed because there are very few things about my job that I would consider professional. We act that way to our customers but we are an aberration.

It is all kind of sad. The President of the institution for whom I work has been diagnosed with M.S., which is also sad. He is retiring at the end of the month. With all the crazy stuff going on with healthcare in Congress and the White House…

I just hope I have a job (unprofessional as it is) until I can retire with full benefits in 2 ½ years. And reasonably decent health insurance after that.

The yoga studio just hired a new manager as well and he is not the most articulate individual I have received correspondence from. Oh well, my guess is that his tenure won’t be long and I can ride out this wave. They want to advertise my classes through their wellness healing woo woo massage tarot essential oils center next door and they are now calling the room I rent the Conscious Movement Studio.

Okay fine.

And it is raining.

I hope to get around to visiting everybody here soon. There is just so much to do. I am taking my poor ancient (7 years) laptop to the beach next weekend so I should be able to by then.

Did I mention it is raining?

At least we have power, unlike the majority of our fellow citizens in Puerto Rico.

Double sigh.

Last updated October 20, 2017