Salting

I’m not a salter! Yes I salted my dry toast this morning for breakfast because the headache reminded me to salt. It also reminded me that I could get sick, which was why the toast.

I didn’t get sick, but I had three cups of coffee and still had a headache.

I need to start salting my salads.

I found some money in a retirement account that I had forgotten about that should be enough to pay for the upcoming pain management appointment and the eye doctor appointment. (It was a little, tiny retirement account). Oppenheimer didn’t object to closing it.

But I’m so excited to get new spectacles! And contacts. I think that will go a long way towards helping me feel closer to being well.

When I think of how many doctors ignored the fact that I was having episodes that caused my left soft contact to pop out of my eye – and I’d find it across the room – and they didn’t suspect a seizure? Or anything?

Something is messed up.

But – Look out! New frames! Contacts! I love the ‘stuff’. The extras. It’s like playing dress up!

It’s not a lot of money, but certainly a blessing if I don’t have to reschedule appointments for lack of money.

And to think if I’d been keeping up with the account, I would have not had it. A benefit of being horribly bored by the topic of your own personal finances. Blah, blah.

There’s probably a name for that, not laziness. I just hate thinking about money. Even in times of plenty I didn’t ponder saving.

I’m sure as hell pondering saving now.

Looking forward to keeping some appointments.

Loving the rambling.