Friday, July 3, 2015

Eyes Part Two

My eye is continuing to improve – not quite back to normal, but getting there.

I did encounter one problem, and it has me seeing red.

The doctor had given me a prescription for eye drops that contain both an antibiotic and a steroid.  When I called the pharmacy to see if they were ready, I was told that Medicare would not cover them and the out-of-pocket cost if I chose to buy them anyway would be $440!

I called the Doctor’s office and they prescribed an alternative – another brand of eye drop that also contained an antibiotic and a steroid – that I was able to get for $38.

We pay what seems to be an enormous amount for our Medicare Part D coverage, so I’m more than a little ticked off that they wouldn’t cover what the doctor prescribed.  And, I guess that I’m a little disappointed in the doctor for not knowing or caring what Medicare will cover.

That is not what really put me over the edge.

While on line looking for possible alternatives, I learned that the same $440 drops Medicare wouldn’t cover, probably in the same package, were available from a veterinary supply house for $18.89!

Thursday, July 2, 2015

Eye, Eye, Eye!


blepharitis-eye-stye-1408691349-111faedf Last week I got something in my right eye. 

It hurt like blue blazes, it just wouldn’t quit, and it caused tears by the gallon to pour down my face.  After carefully cleaning the eye, we finally put a patch over it and taped it shut for the rest of the day.  When I removed the patch about eight hours later, it felt OK – I thought everything was fine.

Then, the day before yesterday, it came back. 

I was able to get an emergency appointment with an ophthalmologist yesterday afternoon.  He told me I was suffering from meibomian gland blepharitis.  That’s a multisyllabic Latin term designed to make the doctor sound smarter than the patient.  It describes a symptom, not a disease.  Basically it just means that the oil glands in your eyelashes aren’t working quite right, and you’re building up a lot of crud on  your eyelids.

The most common causes are contaminated eye makeup (don’t use any) and dirty contact lenses (don’t wear them) but in my case the doctor said my problem was due to allergies.

He prescribed some eye drops that contain a steroid, and a foam to use to scrub the excess crap from my eyelids.  The drops helped almost immediately.  I’m not back to normal, but it’s a lot better.

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Oh Deer

When we first moved here, the Boggy Thicket was surrounded by woods that extended for several miles in all directions.  Some of that land has been converted into subdivisions, but a lot of it is still untouched, so you might think that we would see a lot of deer.

We don’t.

We have seen quite a few over the years, but not nearly as often as you might expect, so it has been a pleasant surprise to see them this summer. 

Actually, I think we are only seeing the same one, a doe, several times a week. 

She crosses the road just north of us and travels through the Graff’s front yard to the pond in their back yard.  From there, she cuts across our woods and crosses the road to Ray Winkler's place, where she disappears.  Ray’s place used to be a nursery, but much of it has reverted to nature.  It’s covered with willow trees and undergrowth so thick that the doe could be invisible three feet inside the fence.

I don’t know where she’s coming from, or where she is headed, but the thing that really intrigues me is how she gets back.  Since spring, we have seen her make that trip two or three times a week, but we have only seen her headed south.

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

A Long Day


Today is going to be a long day – not just here at the Boggy Thicket, but all over the world.

It seems that the gravitational pull of the moon has slowed the earth’s rotation, so whoever does that sort of stuff is adding a second today at 6:59:59 local time. 

This slowing isn’t anything new, it is constant and ongoing.  The last time a “Leap Second” was added was in 2012.

You probably won’t notice the difference.  About the only people directly affected are internet systems administrators, folks involved in electronic stock market trading and, of course, the guy who sets the atomic clock.

Actually, I do the same thing here. 

We have a grandfather clock that I have to reset occasionally.  The clock has an adjusting nut at the bottom of its pendulum; running the nut up speeds up the clock, and lowering it slows the clock down.  I suspect that things like temperature and humidity (and for all I know, the moon) affect its accuracy – anyway, every few weeks the clock will be a minute or two fast or slow, so I adjust the hands accordingly.

Monday, June 29, 2015


I didn’t write this, but I almost wish I had.  It’s a poem I came across on line, and had to share.  


When I'm an old man, I'll live with each kid,
And bring so much happiness just as they did.
I want to pay back all the joy they've provided.
Returning each deed! Oh, they'll be so excited!

When I'm an old man and live with my kids.
I'll write on the walls with reds, whites and blues,
And I'll bounce on the furniture wearing my shoes.
I'll drink from the carton and then leave it out.
I'll stuff all the toilets and oh, how they'll shout!

When I'm an old man and live with my kids.
When they're on the phone and just out of reach,
I'll get into things like sugar and bleach.
Oh, they'll snap their fingers and then shake their head,

When I'm an old man and live with my kids.
When they cook dinner and call me to eat,
I'll not eat my green beans or salad or meat,
I'll gag on my okra, spill milk on the table,
And when they get angry I'll run if I'm able!

When I'm an old man and live with my kids.
I'll sit close to the TV, through channels I'll click,
I'll cross both eyes just to see if they stick.
I'll take off my socks and throw one away,
And play in the mud 'til the end of the day!

When I'm an old man and live with my kids.
And later in bed, I'll lay back and sigh,
I'll thank God in prayer and then close my eyes.
My kids will look down with a smile slowly creeping,
And say with a groan, "He's so sweet when He's sleeping !"

Sunday, June 28, 2015


My niece made the local news this past week when a pair of baby goats she had bought as a fathers day gift for my brother in law were stolen off her back porch.

Jennifer has posted flyers and is offering a reward.  I hope she gets them back, but don't think it's likely.  Can you say Cabrito?

Saturday, June 27, 2015

You Look Just Like….


You know, you look exactly like ______! 

Has anyone ever told you that?  It has happened to me more times than I can count, but I have never actually seen anybody that really looks like me. 

I just haven’t.

Like most folks, I do have two eyes, two ears, one mouth and a nose that’s more-or-less centered on my face, but that’s about it.

In honesty, I suppose that I should admit that the guy looking back at me from the bathroom mirror doesn’t really look all that much like the image of myself that’s stored in my mind.  Even so, I simply don’t look much like anybody I’ve ever met.

My baby pictures and those of my grandson, Nash Robinson, looked so much alike that if you were to see them on your computer screen - and couldn’t compare the age of the paper - you probably wouldn’t be able to say which picture was Nash and which was of me.  That didn’t last long, though – by the time he was a toddler, he had developed his own unique features, and as a teenager he is much more handsome than I was at his age.

I suppose it is possible that I do have a doppelganger out there somewhere – I’ve just never seen anyone who comes close.

In spite of all the people over the years who swore I looked like someone they knew, I’ve only been mistaken for someone else once that I can remember.  That was years ago, late at night, and a certain amount of alcohol was involved.