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Shawn had the first of two cataract surgeries this morning.
We had to drive into Minneapolis because her doctor operates out of the Philip's Eye Clinic. Rather than bother with the highway, we drove down Lake Street. We saw TWO deer in the cemetery at Lake and Cedar, which is always cool. The Eye Institute is between Chicago and Park Avenue, and so I drove past the site where Uncle Hugo's had been, which is now a sad, overgrown fenced, empty lot. I had been feeling bad that so many of the buildings here in Midway in St. Paul haven't been completely rebuilt, but Lake Street still looks so devestated by comparison. I was a little shocked and very heartbroken. Does the city not want to invest? There's that wonderful, colorful section of Mexican restaurants and shops and it just stood out as this joyful section and I thought how nice it would be if that vibrancy could return to the whole street.
At the Eye Center, we got checked in. I ended up at the reception desk a little longer than Shawn because I happened to be carrying our pharmacy card in my wallet. As I was fishing that out for the receptionist, someone's audio book started playing. They had clearly forgotten to plug in their headphone first because a VERY LOUD, clear voice started reading: "He was hard as a rock at the sight of her stiffening nipples...."
Ah, whoops!
For me (and maybe this isn't fair,) this is made a bit funnier by the fact that the median age in that waiting room had to be 65. Which I mean, is not to old for porn enjoyment by any means, but it was a little like sitting through "American Gigalo" with your son's grandma (which I did up at Grand Rapids one year) while the BDSM scene is happening.
Shawn's surgery went fine. I got really hungry at one point and so I broke down and risked vending machine food (they had a microwave and such in a little cafeteria area). I wanted to eat my food outside, but I was informed that if I went out the door would lock. Also, it was somehow UNSAFE. When I gave the receptionist the ??? face, she very seriously told me that "people had been hurt." I said, "Eating breakfast for five minutes outside on a Tuesday at 10 am?" She was like, "I'm sorry you don't agree, but also the pagers won't work if you leave the building." I did not want to eat indoors, since Minnesota is #1 in the nation for COVID infections right now, but I felt very bullied into staying indoors for the two minutes it took to gulp down my sandwich in the cafeteria. I should probably just have gone out to flaunt my ability to withstand BEING IN A BLACK NEIGHBORHOOD, which was clearly what this lady was dog whistling with her "we've had people get hurt" racist bullsh*t.
Ironically, when I went to go get the car to pick up Shawn after the surgery, I saw a cluster of smokers beside the building and I was really, really tempted to yell out, "Hey, be careful, you know people have GOTTEN HURT!!," but I didn't because 1) didn't want to be accidentally taken seriously and/or perpetuate this racist crap and 2) it was only funny in my head.
Shawn is home now, asleep, after been fed a lovely lunch by me. I was upstairs under the covers with her for awhile, but I was feeling like I needed to try to get some work done today. She gets to take her eye patch off tonight around six pm. Fingers crossed it all continues to go well.
Tonight I have an orientation zoom for the Q Quest presentation I volunteered to do tomorrow and Thursday. I should probably plan out my presentation at some point here today, as well.
Stuff to do!
How are you all?
We had to drive into Minneapolis because her doctor operates out of the Philip's Eye Clinic. Rather than bother with the highway, we drove down Lake Street. We saw TWO deer in the cemetery at Lake and Cedar, which is always cool. The Eye Institute is between Chicago and Park Avenue, and so I drove past the site where Uncle Hugo's had been, which is now a sad, overgrown fenced, empty lot. I had been feeling bad that so many of the buildings here in Midway in St. Paul haven't been completely rebuilt, but Lake Street still looks so devestated by comparison. I was a little shocked and very heartbroken. Does the city not want to invest? There's that wonderful, colorful section of Mexican restaurants and shops and it just stood out as this joyful section and I thought how nice it would be if that vibrancy could return to the whole street.
At the Eye Center, we got checked in. I ended up at the reception desk a little longer than Shawn because I happened to be carrying our pharmacy card in my wallet. As I was fishing that out for the receptionist, someone's audio book started playing. They had clearly forgotten to plug in their headphone first because a VERY LOUD, clear voice started reading: "He was hard as a rock at the sight of her stiffening nipples...."
Ah, whoops!
For me (and maybe this isn't fair,) this is made a bit funnier by the fact that the median age in that waiting room had to be 65. Which I mean, is not to old for porn enjoyment by any means, but it was a little like sitting through "American Gigalo" with your son's grandma (which I did up at Grand Rapids one year) while the BDSM scene is happening.
Shawn's surgery went fine. I got really hungry at one point and so I broke down and risked vending machine food (they had a microwave and such in a little cafeteria area). I wanted to eat my food outside, but I was informed that if I went out the door would lock. Also, it was somehow UNSAFE. When I gave the receptionist the ??? face, she very seriously told me that "people had been hurt." I said, "Eating breakfast for five minutes outside on a Tuesday at 10 am?" She was like, "I'm sorry you don't agree, but also the pagers won't work if you leave the building." I did not want to eat indoors, since Minnesota is #1 in the nation for COVID infections right now, but I felt very bullied into staying indoors for the two minutes it took to gulp down my sandwich in the cafeteria. I should probably just have gone out to flaunt my ability to withstand BEING IN A BLACK NEIGHBORHOOD, which was clearly what this lady was dog whistling with her "we've had people get hurt" racist bullsh*t.
Ironically, when I went to go get the car to pick up Shawn after the surgery, I saw a cluster of smokers beside the building and I was really, really tempted to yell out, "Hey, be careful, you know people have GOTTEN HURT!!," but I didn't because 1) didn't want to be accidentally taken seriously and/or perpetuate this racist crap and 2) it was only funny in my head.
Shawn is home now, asleep, after been fed a lovely lunch by me. I was upstairs under the covers with her for awhile, but I was feeling like I needed to try to get some work done today. She gets to take her eye patch off tonight around six pm. Fingers crossed it all continues to go well.
Tonight I have an orientation zoom for the Q Quest presentation I volunteered to do tomorrow and Thursday. I should probably plan out my presentation at some point here today, as well.
Stuff to do!
How are you all?
