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How to be optimistic.

The Doctors appointment was as expected. All is well. Progress is good. If it weren't for the fact that the Doctor wanted to see Larry's ankles, it would have been 100% a pointless trip that cost $200 in fuel alone because NZ gas is now $2 a liter ($6USD a gallon), so the trip was only 98% a waste of time and money.

A check up eye appointment tomorrow to see if Larry's eye pressure has gone down after a week of being off of the Maxidex eye drops. A GP appointment for a mini medical after it. It's been a busy week.

His overall health is great. His overall psyche? Better than great. He's not comatose anymore. He can get around. He even braved the kitchen and cooked himself a meal a few nights ago, bacon and eggs. Bless his blind eyes, the 'bacon' was sandwich ham, but that's a start.

Be optimistic, don't you be a grumpy
When the road gets bumpy
Just smile, smile, smile and be happy.

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