A Sudden Alarm of Donkeys

January 6th I sat in a doctor’s office and let someone suck out part of my eye. It’s a rather drastic move on my part to acheive a life free of glasses. Perhaps it is an attempt to turn back the clock – but I really don’t remember that much of my life before I turned 7 – or perhaps an acceptance of the onset of age – it is cataract surgery, after all, even if they soft shoe around the subject by calling it ‘lens replacement’. It is more drastic than laser surgery, yes, but it’s been done for a lot longer. And my eye doesn’t hurt any where near as much as Mark’s did when he had his PRK so why complain.
Well, they only do one eye at a time so right now I’m seeing sort of fuzzy through the the left (surgically corrected) eye and clear through the right (old-fashioned glasses corrected eye) and it is getting to be nauseating as my depth of field is fluctuating especially at close range. I can drive because past five or six feet both eyes seem to agree on working together. But depth perception is a little lacking, especially at night.
The eye strain is pretty wicked too…
I’m at the stage where I really want the other eye done just so I’m not squinting one eye or the other all the time to see up close or far away…