Positive focus
I feel the need for a break today, so Gilly is stepping in as author. I will act as secretary, and also will provide a short editorial:
"The glasses make a big difference by letting me see. I can actually see straight, walk straighter and I feel better just wearing them. They make me stronger and I'm in better shape because of that. At first they felt very very weird, until my eyes got used to the idea of being corrected. It took a good 3 to 4 hours for my eye to get in line with the other eye. Once in a while I can still see the difference, feel the difference that I do have something there; that my eye is not corrected perfectly. Like I can see what you're writing much better. The walking up and down the steps is much better because they make my depth perception much better. I would not be able to fix your lock [he just fixed my bicycle lock] if I wouldn't have the corrections. It's a little fuzzy, but I could see it much better. So I think by tomorrow, things are going to be better. And if not, I'll call the eye doctor."
"Dr. Kavan's secreatry called and told me that they changed my appointment from the Montreal General to the Jewish General and I need to go and get a new mask done. And the reason is because they are overloaded with patients and they won't be able to put me in the quickest time, so Dr. Kavan said that they would like me to be in a quicker response, therefore I should be going to the Jewish General to have my treatment done sooner. Because of that, I need to be fitted with a new mask and I'm going on Friday, March 31st to have a new mask fitted onto me. And unfortunately my wife will not be able to come and be with me because she's got to do her work. Somebody's got to work in this house. And they said it's going to take about a week for them to start me on my treatment, so we're looking at around the 6th or 7th."
"Liylah and I are getting to be the best buddies in the world and today she had a treat; a Schwager special; soup made for her and she loved every second of it. But she wasn't stupid. She drank the soup first and left most of the food as a Schwager dog would do. She's reacting very well to her new location and life and she's adapting very well to the laziness of this particular writer. She sheds an awful lot [he chuckles and I groan] but we're getting used to it [he is. I'm still sort of grossed out!]."
"I'm looking forward to my treatment and hopefully the sooner the better. I guess I'll be in touch with you when I start the treatment. i feel great. I feel super. I feel ready for it. I feel like there's nothing that could stop me, and nothing will stop me. So let's all be positive and thanks to everybody for praying for me, and they know who they are. Thanks again. Love Gilly."
So there you have it, straight from the horse's mouth. What a guy, my Gilly. Now you can understand why I instantaneously decided I wanted nothing more than to marry him. His positive, trusting nature makes the world a better place.
When I called Gilly at noon, he said he was feeling better. I asked, "Better than what?" (thinking he had had a rough morning). Then I guessed; "Oh, you have your new glasses?!?" "Yes," he replied, and went on to explain that they were not what he expected. I told him it may take some getting used to; he agreed.
I got off the phone and had myself a good cry. He was banking on these glasses to make a huge difference; to give him his life back! I called home a couple of hours later, and he sounded drowsy; I probably woke him. He has been resting his eyes in the afternoon of late, and falling asleep due to the strain, so I was saddened (crushed, in fact) to hear him sounding fatigued. I suggested he catch some shut eye, so as to be able to go to Yaron's game tonight.
I arrived home at five and was pleasantly surprised to find Gilly wide awake, full of beans, with stories to tell (which is why I had him dictate his tale to all of you. These days, having a conversation with him can be like pulling teeth; he reserves his energy for new callers, and he brightens up for every one of them).
So the glasses do make a difference. He is strutting about like a proud peacock; dialing the phone, puttering in the garden, fixing gismos, and basically being Gilly, the guy who never rests. Life is good!!
"The glasses make a big difference by letting me see. I can actually see straight, walk straighter and I feel better just wearing them. They make me stronger and I'm in better shape because of that. At first they felt very very weird, until my eyes got used to the idea of being corrected. It took a good 3 to 4 hours for my eye to get in line with the other eye. Once in a while I can still see the difference, feel the difference that I do have something there; that my eye is not corrected perfectly. Like I can see what you're writing much better. The walking up and down the steps is much better because they make my depth perception much better. I would not be able to fix your lock [he just fixed my bicycle lock] if I wouldn't have the corrections. It's a little fuzzy, but I could see it much better. So I think by tomorrow, things are going to be better. And if not, I'll call the eye doctor."
"Dr. Kavan's secreatry called and told me that they changed my appointment from the Montreal General to the Jewish General and I need to go and get a new mask done. And the reason is because they are overloaded with patients and they won't be able to put me in the quickest time, so Dr. Kavan said that they would like me to be in a quicker response, therefore I should be going to the Jewish General to have my treatment done sooner. Because of that, I need to be fitted with a new mask and I'm going on Friday, March 31st to have a new mask fitted onto me. And unfortunately my wife will not be able to come and be with me because she's got to do her work. Somebody's got to work in this house. And they said it's going to take about a week for them to start me on my treatment, so we're looking at around the 6th or 7th."
"Liylah and I are getting to be the best buddies in the world and today she had a treat; a Schwager special; soup made for her and she loved every second of it. But she wasn't stupid. She drank the soup first and left most of the food as a Schwager dog would do. She's reacting very well to her new location and life and she's adapting very well to the laziness of this particular writer. She sheds an awful lot [he chuckles and I groan] but we're getting used to it [he is. I'm still sort of grossed out!]."
"I'm looking forward to my treatment and hopefully the sooner the better. I guess I'll be in touch with you when I start the treatment. i feel great. I feel super. I feel ready for it. I feel like there's nothing that could stop me, and nothing will stop me. So let's all be positive and thanks to everybody for praying for me, and they know who they are. Thanks again. Love Gilly."
So there you have it, straight from the horse's mouth. What a guy, my Gilly. Now you can understand why I instantaneously decided I wanted nothing more than to marry him. His positive, trusting nature makes the world a better place.
When I called Gilly at noon, he said he was feeling better. I asked, "Better than what?" (thinking he had had a rough morning). Then I guessed; "Oh, you have your new glasses?!?" "Yes," he replied, and went on to explain that they were not what he expected. I told him it may take some getting used to; he agreed.
I got off the phone and had myself a good cry. He was banking on these glasses to make a huge difference; to give him his life back! I called home a couple of hours later, and he sounded drowsy; I probably woke him. He has been resting his eyes in the afternoon of late, and falling asleep due to the strain, so I was saddened (crushed, in fact) to hear him sounding fatigued. I suggested he catch some shut eye, so as to be able to go to Yaron's game tonight.
I arrived home at five and was pleasantly surprised to find Gilly wide awake, full of beans, with stories to tell (which is why I had him dictate his tale to all of you. These days, having a conversation with him can be like pulling teeth; he reserves his energy for new callers, and he brightens up for every one of them).
So the glasses do make a difference. He is strutting about like a proud peacock; dialing the phone, puttering in the garden, fixing gismos, and basically being Gilly, the guy who never rests. Life is good!!
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