I had cataracts.
Notice I said “had”?
Over the past two Fridays I’ve gotten up with the roosters, walked into a surgery center where an ophthalmologist sliced open one of my eyes, pulled out a defective, cataract laden lens, and placed a shiny new lens right where the old one had been.
Upon arrival the nurses plopped me in a weird reclining chair, plugged electronics all over me, stuck me with an IV – the nurse said so the anesthesiologist could give me a happy shot which would be like drinking seven margaritas making me all happy and where I just wouldn’t give a fudge but it would allow me to still follow directions on command. Continue reading “The Eyes Have It….”