I am going to disappear off
the radar for a week or two in order to have cataract and laser corrective
surgery. As it is, today--Sunday-- I have begun the eye drop protocol—three different
kinds of drops 1-4 times a day—and I have a blurred vision of this screen as I
write. I am using a font for first graders, whose vision is far superior to
mine, but their books, if not in plot complexity, are perfect viewing for those
of us in advanced stages of cataract development. I can barely see my Kindle;
I have to keep blinking in order to zero in on the words.
So this surgery is a good
thing, which makes me a lucky woman.
If I can write, I will. I am
coping with a lot of Not Knowing,
which is not my favorite thing. Who among
us? After I have the first surgery I will better understand what is expected of me
and what happens to my eyes. It is my hope, therefore, that I will feel less anxious about the second surgery.
An additional concern is the
matter of being anesthetized. For me that is rather a big deal. I don’t come back!
Well, of course, eventually I do, but friends kind enough to pick me up after,
say, an endoscopy or colonoscopy, have been sent home without me because I am
still sprawled on the out patient couch or bed and couldn’t tell you my name if
my life depended on it. Usually a nurse feeds me or wrestles me upwards to get
me to drink apple juice. It’s not pretty. This vulnerability of mine adds to my stress.
Although with my last
endoscopy I was given propofol and it was marvelous! Great dreams and I
returned in a reasonably timely fashion, but I didn’t want to. I am telling
you, terrible abuse, but Michael Jackson got the drug right. Unfortunately, no
propofol for this surgery: I asked.
So we will see about the
writing—quite literally. Don’t absolutely count me out, but blurred vision or
anesthetic saturation may deter me temporarily from blogging.
If, when I post this, you
find mistakes, I hope you will indulge me because I really cannot see the words
very well.
Meanwhile, allow me to thank
readers this week from many countries. I am so grateful to you all for reading
Life Opening Up and would love to hear from you.
Russia this week, 72 of you!
I am amazed. And readers from Ukraine, Germany, The United Kingdom, Portugal,
Bermuda, Mexico, France and Poland,Australia, India and of course, the United States: readers
whose fidelity to this blog awes me. Thank you.
Onward!
