Electrodes, and Random acts of Kindness

Well the night before last, I found myself sitting in a small room surrounded by diagnostic machines with electrodes stuck to my head and electrode wires actually strung across my eyeballs. Touching my eyeballs! It was so uncomfortable and horrible. I had to keep them in for about half an hour while I did some more eye tests. These ones were testing for retinal miss function. I have no idea on the results yet. I got the readings but can’t make head or tale of them.  I had to do another vision field test yesterday and in a couple of weeks I have to have another fluorescene angiogram. Which  involves having my pupils dilated, florescene injected into my veins and photos taken of the inside of my eyes.

I am so sick of my eyes being poked and prodded, having lights flashed in them, drops…well…dropped in them, I have had a massive headache for the last week.

On the way home from the city yesterday, a truck passed us on the highway and threw a rock up and hit our windscreen.  Scared the hell out of hubby.  It made a massive crack in the middle.  It’s way to big to fix so we are up for a new windscreen.  Like we are rolling in money at the moment! Geez!!   And this car is starting to be a major pain in the butt. I feel like rolling it off a cliff.  It would be so nice to be one of those people, who could just go out a buy a new car.  Money is always tight for us.  Hubby cannot work due to a major heart condition, so he is on a pension. I lost my job due to lack of hours, and I am also on a pension because my son is a special needs kid. Even if I did get another job I am limited to the number of hours I can work a week. So, yeah, money is tight. But we are sensible, and our son doesn’t want for anything, we always pay the bills, have wonderful food on the table, and we are happy, so what more could you want hey? There is no point in bitching and moaning about how unfair life is, like the saying goes, there is always someone worse off.

 Which, when I think about it, is a really horrible thing to say. What, there is poor old Joe there and he is so worse off than me, wow that makes me feel so much better, har-dee-har!.. No of course not. A decent person would not think like that at all, I know I wouldn’t. I’d want to help Joe out, even with my limited resources. Hubby is like that to, would give you the shirt off his back. I am a firm believer in practising random acts of kindness every day. It really doesn’t take that much of an effort to help out someone in need. I don’t mean anything major, little things, like taking some old ladies shopping trolley back to the store for her, or opening a door for a mum with a stroller. That sort of thing. It takes no effort, but it feels great, even if you don’t get any thanks for it. Although most people are so stunned that someone did something nice for them they are quite grateful. That’s the sad world we live in today.