This is going to differ a bit from my usual posts in that I’m foregoing my usual photo inserts and won’t be overly wordy. I had my left eye repaired on Tuesday and can see the floor even more clearly. It was quite an unusual day because usually they are extremely prompt in taking you into the exam room. However, due to several emergencies, they were running really behind. I had to wait 3 hours for my procedure.My appointment was for 2 pm but I didn’t leave till 5:15 pm. I kept myself occupied by listening to the rather old patient in the exam room next to mine and since had to change rooms a few times was treated to the joy of several rather loud patients. Let me preface the next part by saying as a nurse I’ve met many “older” senior citizens (80+) and have come to the conclusion they fall into two categories. The first is composed of sweet lovely people who personify manners often long forgotten. The other category is the constantly whining complainer, usually non-stop and loud. They are demanding and obnoxious. The patients heard from neighboring exam rooms on Tuesday fall into the latter category. I truly love seniors for they represent the past which is often forgotten. I used to enjoy talking to them when I worked overnight and one had insomnia. If I knew they immigrated to America I loved asking about their homeland, Ellis Island etc. But the nasty ones made an overnight shift seem 24 hours long so I really sympathized with the staff at the eye center day.
When I finally had my procedure it was shorter than the first one as I didn’t have as much scar tissue. I have a checkup next week then on March 7 an appointment to get fitted for new glasses plus contacts.
But the drive home! Because of the various drops used in my eye, every car light, street lamp and store sign appeared as a gigantic colorful arcs. I was so glad I had my $2 zebra striped hooker sunglasses with me. I suppose the light show was similar to what the late Timothy Leary described when he talked about tripping the light fantastic with LSD.