Casa Grande, AZ
Sundance RV Resort
By the time we returned home Thursday, we were both exhausted. There were many calls asking how my surgery went. I want to thank you again for all your kind caring words. Calls and cards of condolences for the loss of my father continued. I forgot how many of our friends had meet Dad at one time or other.
Friday morning I was amazed at the difference in my vision. My dominant eye is the left one which had the RK surgery on it. The doctor asked me if I wanted to go back to mono vision--one eye for distance and one eye for reading. He said I'd be a good candidate for it. I don't have to make a decision until the second surgery. I was concerned that maybe my age and old brain might not be able to manage it. They gave me a contact lens for the eye that wasn't operated on. I was suppose to start wearing the contact on Friday.
I was excited to see how my vision would be with the contact. It didn't take long for my brain to manage it. Around 7, I decided I'd take the contact out as I wasn't reading. I worked and worked at getting it out of my eye. Bill who had worn the soft lens before tried to remove it. While I never wore the soft lens I had the hard bifocal lens about 25 years ago. There is no reason it won't come out. I checked the internet for ways to get it out. Finally, after 3 hours and a very red sore eye I called the eye doctor. I was told to sleep with it in, don't touch it, and he'd meet me at the office the next day.
The next day is Christmas Eve! That means another trip to Phoenix on Christmas Eve. I think everyone had their Christmas cheer before getting in their cars.
The doctor checked my reading vision and I could read down to the last line without any difficulty. In less than a second he had that contact out and threw it in the trash. He said, "you don't want to try another contact, do you?" No way! Luckily, I didn't irritate or damage the other eye.
He wanted to check the operated eye since we were there. That's when he found the pressure very high and gave me some more drops to use until my follow up appointment this week.
I really felt stupid but I guess it happens more times than you think. The drive back to Casa Grande was very, very windy and dust was flying but we didn't get into any full fledged dust storm. I guess the rain kept the dust down.
I have to tell you about something we experienced while we were driving in Phoenix. Bill got a phone call from a friend and pulled over into a shopping center to talk.
There was one of those huge metal containers around 6 foot tall for donating food and housewares nearby in the parking lot. This one had an opening like a mail box. All of a sudden a girl comes running up to it and jumps up on the pivoting door. The door falls back and she's out of sight. We sat there for awhile and couldn't figure out what to do. Bill started getting worried that she'd die of heat stroke (remember this is Arizona.) We're looking around to try and find out exactly where we are so we can call the police. Finally the door pulls back and a black trash bag full of something lands on the ground. Another black bag lands on the ground a few minutes later. All of a sudden the girl pops back up and jumps down. We're watching all this with bewilderment. The girl jumps on a bicycle with her bag and hands the other bag to someone else on a bicycle. They smile at us and wave and say "Merry Christmas" as they pedal away on their bikes. She was a true dumpster diver. Life in the big city is definitely interesting.
Today we had lunch with our friends, Toni and Doug Laird. Look what she brought us--Betty's RV Park t-shirts. We had such a great time there and never even thought about t-shirts until we left. Toni and Doug's experience was just as great as ours. They planned on staying a week and ended up staying a month. We will be back there but until then we'll be sporting the t-shirts.
Toni and Doug have both lost a lot of weight since we had dinner with them in Yuma. They look great. Wish we could have stayed longer, but we were both short on time. Two hours for lunch just isn't enough time.
We never even had much time to talk about British Columbia, but hopefully, we'll stop and see them when we are on the Alaska adventure.