Not particularly

much fun at all.

Admittedly, it wasn’t exactly a poke in the eye with a pointy stick. More like a series of something or other under just enough sedation that I didn’t run screaming from the operating theatre.

Cataract surgery, my friends. It comes to many of us as we age. That little lens inside the eye first stiffness making focusing more difficult. Then, for some of us, it starts to darken. The whole change is pretty gradual, but I had noticed that my night vision was seriously compromised and that my color sense wasn’t as acute.

And no, I did not attempt to drive myself home. That service was provided by my dear husband.  And then there will be eye drops 4x a day for the next week. What a joy.  It isn’t really pain, more like a dull ache in my eye socket.  But I think it may just turn out to be worth while. 

That color change I mentioned? The difference between what I see with my eyes is stark.  I noticed it looking at my phone screen. For those who can deal with DMC –  the screen color with my new “improved” left eye is B5200 while my right eye is registering the color as ecru….

 

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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