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Somehow, I have accumulated a large number of cordless phones….

My parents resisted the cordless phone for the longest time. Didn’t trust that through-the-air connection that needed to be established between handset and base for the thing to work, didn’t trust that the neighbours’ antennas (antennae?) couldn’t pick up their privately private conversations…. You know, because my parents are always discussing highly sensitive material over the phone. Identity theft can happen based off a dinner plan, doncha know.

All kidding and mocking aside, it was a long time before the cordless phone had a real presence in my parents’ home – my cousins had bought us one set as a housewarming gift, but it was pretty rarely used, and then the nickel cadmium battery went on it, so it wouldn’t hold a charge anymore, and just like that we were back to being a family with only corded landlines.

And then, when I was a teenager, I couldn’t stand it anymore, and requested a cordless phone as a gift. And I got it. And I haven’t looked back.

Now, I’m on my own, and somehow I have six, that’s right, six cordless phone handsets. I started with just one, which makes sense. Then, I bought an additional handset of the same type, because the base was one of those ones where you can add additional handsets on, and it seemed like a good idea to have two, so that if the battery is dead in one, the other still works, and I’m not forced to use the speaker phone on the base.

Then I got another expandable set as a gift, and because it came from Costco, it had four handsets in the set. I could have returned it. I thought about returning it. I didn’t because I was finding that the two existing handsets were always being abandoned in the same place, which is not where I typically am when I’m at home – don’t ask how this happens, I can’t logically explain it. I think it’s because I’m a phone walker – I get a bit restless when I’m having an actual conversation, maybe it’s nerves? It gets worse when I’m doing something like calling for an appointment somewhere. Anyway, bottom line, whenever the phone would ring, there would be a small scramble to find where I last left the handsets, and sometimes both of them would be dead dead dead. So I kept the new set of four. With six, I figured there will always be a nicely charged handset that isn’t hidden somewhere.

It would seem, however, that I have outsmarted myself, but not in a positive way, because even with six handsets, I still find myself rummaging and scrambling for phones. I also find now I have to do occasional phone roundups, where I go round actively looking for handsets, and checking their battery levels. Usually when I do this, one is completely dead, and two of the others are in need of a charge.

Good thing I have five chargers available to me….

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Anyways, I’m going to continue with my last day in paris!

Day Eight: Saturday. My last real day in Paris. Sigh. Vacation time is so strange – for the first couple of days, I feel as though my time stretches ahead of me endlessly, and I am pleased with how much time is left and everything seems to proceed at a nice, leisurely pace. Next thing I know, I’m giving serious thought to the prospect of packing up again to return home to my normal life, and am wondering how the days managed to zip by like that.

So the plan for the day is Versailles – the home of the Sun King, Louis XIV. This required venturing beyond the metro-serviced area – really, beyond Paris itself. I had to take an RER train to get there. I was really hoping that the RER trains would be larger and more comfortable than the metro trains – unlike the metro, where trips are pretty brief and standing the whole way is not that big a deal, the trip to Versailles was expected to take about 30 minutes from the Champs-de-Mars station in Paris. I grabbed a honey crepe from a takeaway stand – lemon and sugar is better – and munched it on the platform, nervously awaiting the train, trying not to think about the man I’d seen relieving himself by the wall in the corridor connecting the Bir-Hakeim metro station to the Champs-de-Mars RER station. By the way, if you’re ever walking around in Paris, you most definitely want to avoid stepping in random puddles if it hasn’t been raining. Those puddles aren’t water, and they were left there either by dogs (ew) or by people (EW!).

I wasn’t disappointed. RER trains are huge – they’re double decker trains! The car I climbed aboard was on the full side up top, so I rode out on the bottom level. The seat was comfortable, and I was pleasantly surprised to discover that the train was very smooth and quiet – unlike the screechy, rocky metro train. The ride was also nearly completely above ground, so I got to watch the scenery go by, as we left super-urban Paris with its walkup apartment buildings, and see buildings that looked more like houses, but still might have been multi-family dwellings, and real gardens too.
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Anyways, Doctors are human, too…

You may have heard something this morning. A sound much like a large pane of plate glass bursting into billions of shards. That was the sound of my unwavering faith in medical professionals being shattered.

I was at the eye clinic this morning, being examined by the doctor I saw last week who put the plugs in my tear ducts. Now, the dryness had much improved since then – I suspect that Friday had been an exceptionally bad day, but either way, improvement is welcome – and he was happy to see this, but figured it couldn’t hurt to replace the plug that had popped out on the weekend, though if it happened again he told me not to worry about it and not to bother making another appointment to get checked out.

So, he opened up another packet of little temporary plugs, and asked me to tip back my head and look way up so that he could administer the numbing drops. He dropped two or three on my eye, and then said, “Oh, no.”

Oh, no?

He quickly set aside the bottle of drops, grabbed a couple of Kleenex and dabbed at my left eye, saying, “I’ve used the wrong drops – these ones will dilate your eye.”

Excuse me?

He then proceeded to flood my left eye with different drops, and dab them up with Kleenex, after which he said, “There, hopefully it won’t work because I’ve washed them away with numbing drops.”

Um, how much of the numbing medication did you just put in my left eye? Isn’t only one or two drops usually sufficient for numbing? Why did you use numbing drops instead of plain old artificial tears?

Then, flustered, he dropped a couple of numbing drops into my right eye, which didn’t need them at all, so I got all weirdly draggy feeling in both eyes. He put in the extra plug, then flooded my left eye again with artificial tears to try to wash away any trace of, well, anything at this point.

Perhaps not surprisingly, my left eye started to dilate a short while later. As I was driving away from the clinic, to a seminar I was attending today. Because my appointment had taken longer than usual – not because of the drops snafu, but it was just a longer wait to see the doctor today – I was late for the seminar. Which meant that I couldn’t carefully choose my seat. Which meant I got stuck facing the window. With one dilated eye. One dilated eye that stayed dilated for about four hours.

I suppose everyone’s entitled to mix things up once in a while. Goodness knows I do my fair share of it. Still, it’s rather upsetting when the person doing the mixing is a doctor, and the things being mixed are medications….

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