Post-Op

Three days after coming home from a grueling bike trip, a tour of the Pacific Coast to San Fran, I went into cataract surgery mode. A friend asked: is it operation or surgery or procedure? Not sure. I was kitted up and on a gurney and rolled into an operation theater. Anesthesia was twilight, meaning I was awake but didn’t feel anything. No after effects. I came home and made Swedish crackers. Sat outside under trees and wearing sunglasses watching grandkids.

The next day the eye cup was removed and . . .  MAGIC. My vision was so clear as to make me wonder if it was AI, if it was real. Everything was super crisp. I was elated and at the same time sad about what I’d been missing ever so gradually for the past 6 months. Especially the dirt on my floors that I can see only too well now.

But, I’ll have to wait a bit longer for a big clean, as I’ve been advised to stay away from dust and dirt and be careful about lifting, and no bending head lower than waist for about a week.

The only regret I have is that I wasn’t able to see clearly for my ride and that it took me so long to get things in motion for the surgery. The thing sort of evolved until it was obvious.

Anyway, one eye done, with another to go in 2 weeks!