Life with the Wife 1

Life with the wife 1

The year is 2009, the time is 7:30 am. I woke up, and sat up on the edge of the bed. Trudy was waking up as well, one eye slowly opened up.

"Good Morning, sweetheart" I managed to say in my cheeriest early morning voice. "Did you have a good sleep?" "How do you feel?" "Are you happy this morning?" "Do you have money in your wallet?" By now her eyes are fully opened. Yesterday she had eye surgery, the removal of a cataract. She actually took that very well. The other eye was done a few weeks ago, and there was a marked improvement in her vision with that eye.

A few minutes later we were sipping coffee, fighting off the final left-over drowsiness, and getting in gear for the events of the day. It is always a challenge to fit our naps in between the doctors visit. That involves driving to the most unparkable part of downtown, walk a few block, stairs , and then wait in that depressing and unventilated waiting room. What are you going to do when you really are sick? If you are really sick and need a doctor you can not walk there. If you can walk there, you are not really sick and you do not need a doctor.

This morning Trudy had to go for a post-operative exam. It all looks good. Later on today she has to go to another specialist in the same building to remove some suspicious spots from her skin. If we are not busy with doctors, and dealing with pharmacies, we are are busy filling out various forms. I honestly think our government wants you to be broke by the time you die. Maybe we should set up a charity plan for ourselves, and call it "ADOPT-AN-EYE", or "ADOPT-A-TOOTH". One of Trudy's teeth already cost us over one thousand dollars. Any takers?