I'm at Tully's' flagship store (4th and Union) in downtown Seattle, stumbled here after my eye appointment in which my eyes were dilated to the point that even though night was falling and I was wearing my sunglasses on my way here, there was too much light—my eyes screamed the whole way.
I have the iBook's screen at its lowest brightness and at arm's length and I can barely read it. Good thing I touch-type well so at least I know what I'm writing.
Today's appointment was a repeat of a series of imaging tests I first went through two weeks ago. The tests are computerized and the computers hosed the data, according to the doc's office. The tests require eyedrops in a combination that induced a terrifying migraine last time.
Here's hoping that migraine was a fluke. I really do NOT want to spend tomorrow in a darkened bedroom with pillows over my head.