more Duke doctors

So, today I went to the arm tremor specialist. I was incredibly surprised when he asked me to take off my shoes and socks and started feeling my feet. He should expect a dictionary in the mail with all the pages ripped out but one, and the word "arm" circled in red. I was even more surprised to find out that he's a fellow geocacher! And when he asked for my signature on a separate piece of paper, I said "enjoy your new hot tub..."

And yes, I'm still very down about my horrible double vision. Feeling like Marvin the Paranoid Android in the Guide. I've been to 4 doctors about it, so one of these days, maybe I'll try believing one. But maybe (just thinking out loud here) the fifth will see something the previous four haven't. BUT, that is not to say I'm stopping vision therapy, as from it as humanly possible.

So, I went to the Asheboro zoo today (on the way home from the home of the greatest basketball team EVER, Duke). It's the North Cakalaki state zoo, so it's HUGE. (so are those letters- huh) While riding the tram from one section to another, I noticed a sign on the tram that said "No fumar." I was like "well, crud, I brought mine," but dad took it to another level and wisely told me to keep it in my pants.

At one of the doctor's offices in the last two days, I and my parents were directed to have a seat in the "sub-waiting room." Since she had a speech impediment, we all three thought it sounded like the gateway to Heaven and Hell: the Soul Waiting Room. And my soul feels RESTED...

While at the zoo, the solicitor's office called. Whatever would they want to talk to me about? I wonder... Well, long story short == channel four called about doing a story on victims of DUI -- since the state just made it's law on DUI's stronger, and they heard about me through MADD. But, alas, no story on me. The solicitor said "no pre-trial publicity." So from now on she-that-wrecked-my-life (and if you believe 4 doctors, my vision) won't be named here, but y'all will know who I mean. However, channel four is also doing another story I think I'm cut out for-- good looking, single, cute as all-get-out guys between the ages of 28 and 30 (exclusive) who are looking for a date. Oh, and said date must have and be able to use a car, I'm not positive yet that I will be able to. But, since APPARENTLY the vision's not getting any better, I'm "on the road again... just can't wait to get on the road again." And "racin' sailboats again..."