We should play the lottery tonight. Today was Sissy’s regular eye exam at the eye clinic, but it was also two days after the two-year anniversary of the removal of her left eye. Yeah, we’ve bumped our schedule up a bit; she went early to one of her check-ups this year because I was nervous about something eye-related, and then we bumped this one up because while TECHNICALLY, we could have gone on the 26th and seen Vision Vet, VV’s first baby was a few weeks early and …
2 is a lucky number.
Sissy’s first pressure reading was 14, which is the highest it can be without any of us getting itchy. However, we were rushed and stressed when we breezed in a few minutes late (heavy fog, a 90-mile commute on mostly two-lane roads), and the new-to-us tech admitted she’s not a fan of slobber, so VV re-checked and it was a glorious #7, which will make Wondervet happy too when she gets the numbers, because she actually gets twitchy when her favorite long-distance patient’s readings are low, low.
2,7, 14… The road numbers we take to get there? 22 & 15?
Anyway. It’s not like I’ll carry my happy self anywhere and use those numbers, so feel free to punch them in if you play the lottery. Maybe we’ll add another lucky number or two soon when VV does welcome her baby into the world?