In Which We Follow-up
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shannon_aMonday, it was back to the vet with Callisto. Her mouth was healing nicely, with the only problem being some food getting in under her sutures. We were given the OK to put her back on dry food, and told that would actually help with the problem because it'd abrade the knots in her sutures and make them come out, after which they'd heal. (Our vet told me that dogs don't heal so easily because of their alien anatomy, but a cat would be fine once the irritants were gone.)
This was perhaps my only visit to the vet ever, with cat in tow, without Kimberly, because she was of course recovering from her own surgery.
Speaking of which, on Wednesday I went with Kimberly to her podiatrist for her first follow-up appointment. Her foot is apparently doing well, with minimal inflammation. On the downside, Kimberly's been having more foot pain since she went out to the doctor's and let him poke at her foot.
Since Kimberly is much more coherent than in the days right after her surgery, I was able to load her into a Lyft Share full of students, then walk down to Endgame for my normal Wednesday night gaming.
And Thursday was my follow-up, in which I picked up my new glasses. My main prescription had only slightly changed, but these are progressive lens, and that carried quite a bit of annoying history with it.
You see, the idiots at Berkeley Optometric Group (BOG) incorrectly prescribed me progressive lenses about six years ago because I was having headaches. They didn't bother measuring my close-up vision, they just decided that since I was over 40 and suddenly having headaches, close-up vision was clearly the problem. It wasn't: I was having allergies whose main symptoms were headache, throat-ache, and fuzzy head.
But those glasses worked OK (because the close-up lens was pretty weak). Then, two years later I got new glasses and they upped the value of the progressive lens, again without checking my close-up vision. After which we went through a half-year of back and forth when none of their glasses worked for reading things up close, and they were TOO STUPID to figure out that it was clearly the progressive lens. They finally fired me as a customer after using up my insurance coverage for the year because of their own stupidity.
So I went to my current optometrist, Dr. Kiyomoto, and he immediately figured out the problem and prescribed me new glasses without progressive lens, but we're now two sets of glasses later, and I'm starting to have problems with small print. So, it was clearly time for progressives for real, but I was somewhat cautious about them, thanks to BOG-trauma.
But, I got the progressive lenses, and I picked them up yesterday and I had some problems with them at first, mainly with feeling that print didn't have enough contrast. But, I got used to them over the course of last night's Pathfinder Adventure Card Game session, and now everything seems very clear and crisp. And hopefully I'm slowly figuring out how to automatically adjusting how I'm looking at things to seem them most clearly.
And there certainly aren't all the reading problems from my BOG-stupid glasses.
In other news, I became an Uncle yesterday. And, we got verification that our cats succeeded at their Titer tests, meaning they can be legally brought into Hawaii once we get one more rabies shot. (Call that step3b in our work to get ready for the Hawaii move.)
And because I went to Endgame on Halloween, I got to see some costumes, which is always fun: good costumes at the 12th Street Station, and the usual sucky masks and wigs in Berkeley.
And now I hopefully get a more restful weekend.
This was perhaps my only visit to the vet ever, with cat in tow, without Kimberly, because she was of course recovering from her own surgery.
Speaking of which, on Wednesday I went with Kimberly to her podiatrist for her first follow-up appointment. Her foot is apparently doing well, with minimal inflammation. On the downside, Kimberly's been having more foot pain since she went out to the doctor's and let him poke at her foot.
Since Kimberly is much more coherent than in the days right after her surgery, I was able to load her into a Lyft Share full of students, then walk down to Endgame for my normal Wednesday night gaming.
And Thursday was my follow-up, in which I picked up my new glasses. My main prescription had only slightly changed, but these are progressive lens, and that carried quite a bit of annoying history with it.
You see, the idiots at Berkeley Optometric Group (BOG) incorrectly prescribed me progressive lenses about six years ago because I was having headaches. They didn't bother measuring my close-up vision, they just decided that since I was over 40 and suddenly having headaches, close-up vision was clearly the problem. It wasn't: I was having allergies whose main symptoms were headache, throat-ache, and fuzzy head.
But those glasses worked OK (because the close-up lens was pretty weak). Then, two years later I got new glasses and they upped the value of the progressive lens, again without checking my close-up vision. After which we went through a half-year of back and forth when none of their glasses worked for reading things up close, and they were TOO STUPID to figure out that it was clearly the progressive lens. They finally fired me as a customer after using up my insurance coverage for the year because of their own stupidity.
So I went to my current optometrist, Dr. Kiyomoto, and he immediately figured out the problem and prescribed me new glasses without progressive lens, but we're now two sets of glasses later, and I'm starting to have problems with small print. So, it was clearly time for progressives for real, but I was somewhat cautious about them, thanks to BOG-trauma.
But, I got the progressive lenses, and I picked them up yesterday and I had some problems with them at first, mainly with feeling that print didn't have enough contrast. But, I got used to them over the course of last night's Pathfinder Adventure Card Game session, and now everything seems very clear and crisp. And hopefully I'm slowly figuring out how to automatically adjusting how I'm looking at things to seem them most clearly.
And there certainly aren't all the reading problems from my BOG-stupid glasses.
In other news, I became an Uncle yesterday. And, we got verification that our cats succeeded at their Titer tests, meaning they can be legally brought into Hawaii once we get one more rabies shot. (Call that step3b in our work to get ready for the Hawaii move.)
And because I went to Endgame on Halloween, I got to see some costumes, which is always fun: good costumes at the 12th Street Station, and the usual sucky masks and wigs in Berkeley.
And now I hopefully get a more restful weekend.