Before I went to bed, I texted Sandor to say that I would be in today to exchange my glasses and take the test to see if my drooping eyelids are indeed interfering with my vision. I received a text in the morning saying to come in between 10 and 10:30.
I had woken up in response to the alarm clock this morning. What happened yesterday, with my sleeping through the alarm, was weird. I assume I must have needed the sleep.
I had already loaded the car with the Styrofoam pads that protected the toilet to deliver to UPS and Mike's remaining shorts for the Friendly Place. This morning I packed some books for sale to the used book store. I'm not optimistic about them taking a lot. Last time, I told them to donate the refused books. This time I asked for them back. I'll decide what to do with them afterward.
Heather commented that I get straighter all the time. She makes small corrections as she sees them. They are helpful. Often when I follow her directions, I sure don't feel straight. I make a crooked face letting her know that this position feels weird. We laugh together. Something new isn't going to feel familiar. New =unfamiliar. Old=familiar. When the old is a problem, suffering with the unfamiliar is a given if you want to change. Mike always rejected changes in his posture, dismissing the change because it felt -unfamiliar and uncomfortable. Duh!
Because I would have to be at Sandor's at 10 am, I packed a bag with a towel and clothes to change into after Bikram. I showered and headed off south to get to Sandor's in time. He and Meaali'inani didn't arrive until 10:30. In the meantime, one of their receptionists/assistances did another test on me. When Sandor came in, he gave me a huge hug. Always appreciated. He has the most generous heart. Problem: I don't know if I can trust him to protect his own interests. I feel I have to take care of both of us. There are times when people have to give until they bleed, but they have to be the exceptions and not the rule.
Sandor changed out one pair of glasses with the new lenses for my second pair. They felt weird. I realized that I had to hold the book further away than I had gotten used to because the glasses were so much stronger. I have artificial lenses in my eyes after my cataract operations; why is my vision degenerating?
Sandor had one of his assistances administer a test to see if I qualified for eyelid surgery. As we get older, our lids droop, limiting our range of vision. Besides the typical problems one has as they age, I have tiny eyes. I can't afford any blocked vision. I had virtually no vision in the uppermost range of my left eye. I think my eye got pushed out of shape when I was born, and I am having problems with a drooping brow as well as a drooping eyelid.
Judy told me that a friend of hers had the same problem. She had to have her eyebrow lifted as well as her lid. All well and good, but I wasn't blessed with much of a forehead to start out with. A lifted eyebrow will leave me with even less. If I have to choose between being a foreheadless wonder or vision problems, good-bye to my forehead. Vanity is not one of my strong suits.
On my way home, I stopped at Annie's Hamburgers to pick one up for dinner. I had brought an apple and cashews with me, knowing I would be hungry before I got home. I wasn't planning to, but I ate the fries that came with the meal on the way home.
I stopped off at Kona Books to drop off the boxes in the trunk. We'll see how much I get for them. I headed home after that. I was exhausted. I must have gotten home by 12:30. I headed for the couch and a nap. I slept until 4:30—some nap.
When I got up, I called Progressive to figure out why the bank had refused to pay my premium. This is weird. Unless the market collapsed last week or the bank failed, there is no explanation that I can think of. I paid the bill on my credit card. It would be great if I could get the automatic payment on the credit card. That way, I get the kickback, also known as reward points. I wrote my contact at Raymond James and asked her to check what was going on at the bank. Maybe it collapsed—so many possibilities in these turbulent times.
B. called to ask if he could use my car to pick up the kids from Hilo. I was too tired to answer. When I got up, I texted him, "Yes."
I'm delighted with my new toilet. The color difference is minor. Someone might think it is just white, but it's not. It's slightly darker- just slightly, but it blends in with the bathroom décor. Whatever, I'm delighted every time I look at it. We take out pleasures where we can.
Today while in Bikram, I discovered that if I clench my muscles hard, isometrically, I feel relief from my stress. Breathing and relaxing don't seem to do it for me. I feel like tensing is the best response to emotional constipation, pressing it out.
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