t.o. trip to see the ophthamologist

i went to toronto with my sister. we avoided church and politics and she played ladysmith black mombazo most of the way and back. the orthoptical assistant didn't crack a smile until the end, the ophthamology intern missed a crucial piece about my nystagmus, and dr. sharpe informed me that eye surgery would happen a year from now and would only have about a ten percent effect on my ataxia. i'm bummed.