Well, Thank Goodness For Tommy

It's not like I need nursing or anything.  But while I am on Pomalyst (14 nights of pills) I am clumsy and disoriented.  Needless to say, accidents happen.  Spills are legion.  I have to put a hand on the wall when I walk from my bedroom to the bathroom here in Virginia.  The hall is a converted porch and there is a slight pitch.  On Pomalyst, this might hall might as well be a carnival fun house.

So the other day I was walking to the post office to mail some silly little things to my grandson.  It is still hot here (really, even to the natives) and madly humid.  As I was walking I wanted to change from my glasses to sunglasses.  Unfortunately, the humidity combined with my butterfingers.....the glasses hit the ground and then I stepped on then when I tried to catch them.  I was actually lucky that I didn't hit the ground.

How big a problem is this?  Well, I have always been a bit of a hoarder.  That means the last two times I lost/broke glasses, I just pulled out an old pair.  Always meaning to get new ones....but I haven't.

I can't even believe how much of a pain in the ass this.  I have one undamaged lens, so I can watch TV if I sit still and balance them carefully. But I can't walk around with them.

Yesterday, not only did Tom have to drive me on my errands....he had to walk me through the aisles of the supermarket.  I couldn't read any signs.  I couldn't make out anything more than .a few feet away.

If not for Thomas Owen, how would I have found these delicious Mallo-Cups????  Thanks Tommy.