By Vicki Scott
It is with much excitement that I have an eye appointment this Monday. I do not care to go to a doctor, ever, but this is different.
Last week, I received what I thought was a “reminder” call for my eye appointment, but it turned out to be a “change the date” call in which the vision place wanted to change my appointment date to this Monday! What excites me about it is that it is in Gadsden!
Because they keep calling me back, there are two places in Gadsden where I go for eye exams. I have not been to a doctor since we moved back to Dadeville, except for one time when I went to a doctor in Auburn for pain and ended up learning how important physical therapy is to ease my pain. The other doctor in Gadsden is an internist, and one would think I would skip that appointment. All these doctors are good, and when they call, I go.
This eye appointment would not in itself be a cause of excitement, but the possibility of a visit to George Wallace Senior Center certainly is! While typing this column, it looked like my husband Alan had another commitment and would not be able to go with me, which would mean I could take my time. With my pupils dilated, the visit would also give my eyes a chance to recuperate before the long ride home. I was nervous about driving for that long a time, period.
As I had planned out my driving strategy, Alan walked in and announced that the plans have changed; he will indeed be able to take me to Gadsden. I’m glad, but he is not good at taking his time. I do not think that Alan will mind stopping by the senior center, but we will not be able to stay long. That is okay, as long as I get to see some of the people that I miss dearly.
I’m slowly I am trying to talk myself into transferring everything back to Dadeville. I’m not in a hurry, however, because I know what a Gadsden doctor’s appointment means! Look out Gadsden, here we come!
Stay safe, y’all!
Vicki Scott may be contacted at email@example.com.