I haven’t had any religious epiphany or gotten a glimpse into the world to come. I merely walked over to the optometrist’s office during my lunch break (see my description of the blizzard earlier this month; this is the same optometrist who said I could come if I was willing to come right then, before they closed the office.) My worst moment during that blizzard was escaping the hard-sell of the optician who wanted me to get contact lenses. (I hate putting things in my eyes–I can’t even give myself eye drops, so contacts would be impossible for me.)
So I now have a new pair of bifocals. They’re no-line bifocals, which Stephanie has but hates, but it is too soon for me to be able to pass judgment. I feel like I did with my first pair of bifocals, like I’m about 9′ tall–kind of like looking through the wrong end of a telescope. When I came out of the Atrium that connects the William Green Building with Nationwide Insurance’s complex, there is a flight of three or four steps from the revolving door into the Green Building rear lobby. I felt like an old lady, but I held the railings on both sides and eased my way down the steps.
Steph’s old heart problem has reared its ugly head again. I may have blogged about this before, but if not, I’ll bring you up to speed. Steph was born with a subaortic stenosis in a heart valve. Until Susie was born, she thought it was a mere heart murmur. However, when Susie was born in 1997, she went into congestive heart failure. (Susie was born on Monday at Grant Hospital; she and Steph were discharged on Friday. Steph was taken by squad to Riverside Methodist Hospital by the squad about three hours after we got home.) The open-heart surgery that the doctors said was necessary we were able to postpone until February 12, 1999. (I remember the date because it’s Abraham Lincoln’s birthday, and because Bill Clinton was acquitted of all charges in his impeachment. My first words to Steph when she was coming out of the anesthetic was, “Clinton was acquitted!”)
Anyhow, Steph went to see her new cardiologist on Monday. This was just a maintenance check-up, until they did the sonogram and found out her valve has been leaking. (In the ’99 surgery, they did not replace the heart valve, although we thought they would. They removed the valve, removed all the glop that had been clogging it, and put the valve back in.) The heart surgeon told us that the valve probably wouldn’t last forever–frankly, I am surprised it lasted as long as it has.
Steph has been getting the runaround about lab work, blood draws, etc. The doctor isn’t willing to prescribe Lasix until she’s had some lab work done, meanwhile her fingers are retaining so much water she can’t remove her rings without using Jergen’s lotion. Just a two-block walk makes her pant like she’s just run a marathon race, and she’s put her voice students on hiatus because she doesn’t have the stamina to sing lately.
So now we wait. Steph is hoping to get to Riverside’s lab in the morning, and we’re hoping that’ll be a quick-in, quick-out procedure. It’s their move as to what we do next. (In all fairness, the labs at Riverside and at Grant Hospitals–they’re both with OhioHealth–have always been quite efficient and fast. I went to both of them last summer when my psychiatrist wanted to check my lithium levels. That was when my hands were trembling like tuning forks.)
For more details about this, Steph has started her own LiveJournal blog. Go to http://meslerevans.livejournal.com to read about the above from her point of view.
In other news, I bought Susie’s and my tickets for our April 11th Cincinnati trip, two weeks from today. We’ll be at the Old-Time Radio and Nostalgia Convention, and I will probably spend too much money, but Susie loves the convention and also visiting Clifton, my old neighborhood (1990-1995), although I like the way it was, rather than the way it is now. (The convention itself is at the Cincinnati North Hotel in Greenhills, which is almost 20 miles away from downtown. Fortunately, there are two buses that serve nearby Tri-County Mall to get us back into town, although it’ll be a very circuitous trip. One of the routes takes you through Elmwood Place, the first Cincinnati neighborhood where I lived. Going to Elmwood Place is like walking onto the set of Paper Moon.)
I gave Susie my microcassette recorder, because my old one turned up. (She has an Olympus Pearlcorder S701; my old/new one is a Pearlcorder S725. If I’m speaking in tongues here, go to http://www.olympusamerica.com.) She’s using it to keep a tape-recorded journal, but Volume I is lost to us, because the tape broke off and wound inside the cartridge. Unfortunately, you need the manual dexterity of a jeweler to split open and repair a cassette that small, and I do not have that type of dexterity or patience.