Optometry.

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It was a tough morning.  Cold and dark.  Couldn't have driven the Cruze, it was frozen over and I was running late.  I couldn't back it into the drive.  I was able to limp out to the frontage, the wipers and spray opened up the windshield just enough.  I didn't feel quite ready anyway, for stick, especially with freezing rain mixed with snow and regular rain, plus an overpass to negotiate.

Good thing I didn't wait.  There was a massive backup.  A bad accident, two vehicles that I saw, one lane closed, and rubbernecking.  Such an irritating trait.  No, I don't gawk.  None of my affair.  Traffic was 0 to 3 mph for ten miles?  Plus or minus a few.  I just made it a few minutes early.

The eyes are doing better.  Odd.  The heart hasn't improved (since then) but diabetes has gotten worse.  If improving greatly this last week.  It looks like my vision improved a bit as well.  Strange, in one sense, but actually usual for me.  The worsening shown in the last exam was the outlier proving the point.  When diabetes, the heart, and blood pressure are all back tacked down, I will begin consciously working on my vision.  Yeah, I'll get it fixed.  As I have suggested, I don't need you belief.

On the way back, I looked for the trailhead up a particular mountain I have been meaning to scale.  I ended up following a woman.  She turned off, to a closed gate.  I, with some caution, drove just close enough we could sort of talk.  Made sure not to appear to block her in.  People hereabouts may well go loaded.  She wasn't disturbed in the least.  Directions with a country smile.

I finally found the place.  I am going to see about inviting a youngling to go with.  Maybe next week.  I want to get a small batch of gear, mostly for a meal or two out, hiking poles, rain gear just in case, water as there aren't any springs or brooks, and write-in-rain paper and pen to track any trail splits.  Might not reach the top, but who knows.  It IS the plan.  Solo if I must.

Yeah, well... blood sugar and another meal in an hour.  Oh, fasting blood sugar for some stupid reason was 240.  It beats 450 but it isn't sub-100 either.  Will. Get. There.  One more thing?  I believe that is the fifth medical appointment I have hit consecutively, and the eighth or ninth general appointment consecutively hit.  Very nice, if I had to hurt... even pull all nighters to achieve.  Don't say I haven't gone the extra mile.  Later.