So my hip seems to be better. And I’ve gotten some big projects behind me. And I’m starting a new series called “The Pain of Disappointment.” (Sound familiar?)
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 …
My wife had cataracts removed from both eyes late last year – and I’m the one who’s jealous.
It started when she came home after the first eye was done. I was helping out at home by sweeping up. She said, “You missed a bit” because she spotted a speck of dust from clear across the room.
She keeps talking about how she sees better now than any time since she was ten years old and began wearing glasses. And I’m envious. I’m with your wife on this.
Man up! You’ll be surprised at how it’ll change things for you.
By the way, congrats on getting the comments back up. I was rejected this afternoon, and it was disappointing to say the least. If you see this, it’ll be because comments really are fixed!
My hubby had cataract surgery at 52. And I have 2 friends who had the surgery in their 40’s, one very early in her 40’s. You will be surprised by how well you see after. Colours will be all fresh and new.
As long as you have it fixed before Bama’s season starts, you should be okay. I can’t identify with double vision, but I do have double hearing. You know. After years of guitar amplifiers and power tools, I have to hear everything twice, punctuated by a searching and sincere “What?”
Thanks. But I keep having this feeling … this feeling that I broke a very old promise, made as a child —
Cross my heart,
Hope to die,
Stick a needle in my eye
Childhood imprecations have come back to haunt me. I know it.
Our prayers are with you!