ctubbs
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In January this year, I went to get my new glasses. There the eye doctor suggested that my eye lids had sagged far enough down my cheeks to be a problem with my being able to actually see where I was going. 
Alright, back in for another appointment to look at all the little lights flash all over the inside of a green ball. Lo and behold he was right again! The insurance even agreed to pay for the surgery! How about them apples? New appointment made for the knife on Monday 13. The Bride made arrangements to drive me home afterwards and everything went swimmingly. No infection and no bruising. Never did get the black eyes thing. Back last Monday to get the stitches out and again no problems, well, almost no problems. She was in the room with us and heard all the 'instructions'. I am now an invalid!:redface: At least for the next two weeks. She does grudgingly allow me to walk through the shop as long as I do not even look at any of the tools. Thankfully, I can lift a gallon of milk! I did get that through.
So here I sit in front of the computer, playing all my old LPs, digitizing them into the format that plays on everything available today. I had forgotten what some of this old stuff sounded like from the '50s, '60's, '70's and so. By the time I can get back into my shop, I'll need some one on one instructions.
The moral of this story is to be sure to have your bride, SWMBO, outside the Dr's office when you need to sneak into the shop for a fix.:wink:
Charles
Alright, back in for another appointment to look at all the little lights flash all over the inside of a green ball. Lo and behold he was right again! The insurance even agreed to pay for the surgery! How about them apples? New appointment made for the knife on Monday 13. The Bride made arrangements to drive me home afterwards and everything went swimmingly. No infection and no bruising. Never did get the black eyes thing. Back last Monday to get the stitches out and again no problems, well, almost no problems. She was in the room with us and heard all the 'instructions'. I am now an invalid!:redface: At least for the next two weeks. She does grudgingly allow me to walk through the shop as long as I do not even look at any of the tools. Thankfully, I can lift a gallon of milk! I did get that through.So here I sit in front of the computer, playing all my old LPs, digitizing them into the format that plays on everything available today. I had forgotten what some of this old stuff sounded like from the '50s, '60's, '70's and so. By the time I can get back into my shop, I'll need some one on one instructions.
The moral of this story is to be sure to have your bride, SWMBO, outside the Dr's office when you need to sneak into the shop for a fix.:wink:
Charles
