It's all good!

Went to the doctor today. Everything seems to be good. We were under a lot of stress over the weekend and felt a little fluttery and wanted to be sure ever was on the level. It was and I got a clean bill.

What was cool was that we were the last patients and the doc came over to the store and bought a bunch of lingerie for his wife.

I almost got my co-payment back.

Everybody say Motherf......

So I went back to the cardiologist this Friday for a pretty important checkup. My insurance would finally pay for an echo cardiogram. So I had a bunch of tests. Electro cardiogram. Echo cardiogram. Every fucking gram except a Candygram. They all turned out pretty good. My percentage went up to 40% which is up ten points from last time. Normal is about 50-55 so I still have a ways to go.

Now we like the Doctor because he is a great doctor but also a regular knucklehead and we have a good laugh all the time. The wife insisted on taking a photo as she always does. But the Doctor was so serious and professional. So we had to get him to laugh. Now he loves to curse almost as much as me. He knows that we are cool with it and it is hilarious to hear him curse in his thick Italian accent. So after he took this serious photo we had to get a good one with a smile. So when Lisa got ready to shoot the next one I said "Everybody say Motherfucker!"

 

We got the shot.



Eye eye captain.

So I haven't been feeling all that good lately. Nothing serious but I am very tired these days. We are doing a lot of work and it is taking a lot out of the both of us are just exhausted. But I have been having a problem with one of my eyes.

I have been having it throb for a while and now I am starting to see flashes in my extreme peripheral vision. Sort of like a flashlight would make out in the woods. I was pretty worried. I thought I was having a stroke.

So I go to the cardiologist to be sure and it all checks out.  My numbers were good and the doctor said I had nothing to worry about. I wasn't having a stroke. The throbbing was just stress. It happens to everyone. But he told me I had to go to the Ophthalmologist right away to get it checked out.

Good luck with that on short notice. The guy my mom went to didn't have an appointment until May 23 and the local guy from Third Place didn't have an appointment until the middle of April. So I went on the internet to find the next  available appointment that day. There was one. Downtown. On Willoughby St.

Now I have to explain about downtown Brooklyn. When I was a kid it was a treat to go downtown to all the department stores. My mom would bundle us up and take us on the bus to go shopping. Abraham and Strauss. EJ Korvetts. Mays. Mc Cory's.  You would go from floor to floor. She would buy clothes on one floor. House goods on another. It was a big treat for us to go to the toy department. The streets would be filled with happy shoppers around the holidays. Families out shopping in Brooklyn's great shopping area before there were malls or stuff like that. Before people would go to Jersey to beat the sales tax.

Now it is totally different. There is a very different vibe. Sort of hip hop with an undertow of violence. We got out of the cab and went to the doctors. He checked me out thoroughly and I was ok. It seems that it is just part of getting old. We all get floaters in our eyes. That is the jelly breaking away from the membrane or something.  The streaks are when it is in the process  of breaking away. My eyes check out perfectly. I just have to watch out if it is like the forth of July. Then it would be a detached retina. Otherwise it is just the result of becoming an even older white man.

Did you ever listen to a Crack Emcee diatribe about how it feels being the only black guy in a crowd. Imagine that in the opposite. Sort of a film negative so to speak. Just me and Lisa. Oh and the doctor.

Anywho when we were done we decided to walk to Macy's so Lisa could get some make up. It was quite a trip. When we get there it was pretty much the same as the doctors office. Right in the  middle of the store they set up a DJ booth and were rocking out to hip hop tunes. The employees were dancing instead of working which made shopping a joy. We got our stuff and we got out of there.

Thankfully everything is all right. I just have to rest more. Under doctors orders.