DrugHo Corner
I had to take an emergency trip to the eye doctor today (don’t worry, it’s ok, I’m fine, and I get some cool pink glasses, too) and Daddy drove me (I couldn’t drive myself). Ok, the parenthesis are confusing me, and I lived to through it. Let me start more or less at the beginning.
This afternoon, I started to have some darkening in my vision, and then some weird wiggly effects, and since I only have the one set of eyes and sudden changes in vision are not exactly normal, I elected to go PRONTO to the eye doctor. I got a very thorough exam, I was having an ocular migraine, which while not common is also not life threatening, and I just need to call if I have any more so they can note it in my chart. Also, I am getting new pink glasses, which is so totally me, and if this blog were not Carolina Blue, it would be pink just like all my other blogs. NOW THEN~!!
I had Daddy drive me, because when your eyes are doing weird-and-bizarre-visual-convolutions-such-as-you-have-never-before- experienced, it kinda puts one off driving, and as we were going through our used-to-be-small town he mumbled something that sound like Drugho corner. When I asked him, he repeated himself, and that was exactly what he had said.
It’s kinda disconcerting to think that hard drugs area problem in my home town, population couple hundred. And then I stop and think that it’s no longer population couple hundred, but rather population several thousand and growing quickly, and yeah, it probably won’t be long before we need a drug treatment facility of our very own. Sigh. And to think I came back here because I didn’t want my kids growing up in a place like that.
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