Good news for my eye
One advantage to choosing a hotel close to our destination was that we could leave the car, parked and guarded by the dog. We simply walked several blocks, managing to avoid the near-death experience of black ice. Once inside the health complex, I played with their self-registration kiosk, and accepted that my “other province” status merited an interview with a real human attendant.
Inside the designated department, I was back in familiar territory. The sequence of tests (visual field, pressures, photogrammetry) went by without incident, conducted by a nurse who grew up in Summerside. Have to talk about something other than blinking lights and scrambled letters. Similarly, my interview with the surgeon was amicable, concluding with the announcement that I was actually in better form than suspected, and no intervention was required. For now. I accept the inevitable.
That left me with a relieved afternoon in the city; I went for the tried-and-true choice of staying inside with the dog. Of course, we did have to make “the tour” eventually. Let the dog check out and mark his temporary surroundings. I also saw the new medivac helicopter come in for a landing at the hospital.
For supper, we checked out the online recommendations, opting for the nearby “Durty Nelly’s”. An excellent choice. Great food! In particular, the chowder was delicious. Of course, the younger clients tended to overplay their personal volume levels, but that might be me getting older. No sure, any more…
Tomorrow, a full day of travel. Based on the news report, we will have lots of company on the highway. So be it.
