I’m not sure whether I’ll be keeping up the same pace as the last 5 years. After all, I have these surgeries scheduled for July.
Yep. I’ve got cataracts. I’m only 59 (and very youthful 59 at that), but I started seeing double a few weeks ago. I figured I needed new glasses. So I bought me some new glasses. I now I see double very, very clearly.
The result is that I have to let some doctor stick a knife in my eyeballs, cut out the old lenses, and put in new. It’s routine out-patient surgery — or so they say. Except it’s a doctor sticking a knife in my eyeballs and yanking out the lens and putting a new one in — while I’m conscious and get a very, very close up view of all this.
So my wife is jealous. Exactly. She hates her contacts and glasses and wishes she could have cataract surgery and get her lenses replaced, too. Really. So this leads to a distinct lack of sympathy, you know. After all, you don’t get sympathy from those who envy you.
So I guess I’m supposed to count my blessings — or something like that. But I’ve never minded having glasses. It’s just not a big deal to me. And so I see no great blessing in having new bionic eyes. I rather liked my old ones.
That’ll probably slow down the blogging. The double vision does make it hard to write for long stretches. It’s not all that bad at computer distances, but it wears me out after a while. And the new eyeballs probably will take some time to get used to. I really don’t know. I’m not old enough to have friends who’ve been through this already.
No, the serious problem is that double vision means I can’t read football scores, down-and-distance, that sort of thing. And football on TV is more than adequate motivation to let some doctor stick a needle in my eye. (I quiver at the thought.)
And I’m still working on my hip — the “piriformis syndrome.” Treatments are starting to help. Not nearly as painful as two weeks ago.
I figured I’d be ready to get back to serious blogging when blog series started popping into my head. And this “Pain of Disappointment” idea popped up. We’ll see …