Eight Hours from Now…

It is hard not getting excited about the surgery.  I dream of all the good things I may be able to do, while knowing the risks that could dash my hopes either temporarily or longer.  I have never had eye surgery that improved my sight significantly.  I am really hoping that the only thing done is the cataract extraction.  While I will take any improvement over my current vision, I am hoping for 20/80 – 20/100.  I don’t know if my eye could even get to 20/80 — that is probably a best-case, the planets are aligned scenario.  20/100 is the third row down on the chart, the OPLB line on all the charts I read (not that I’ve read that one since early this millennium.)

I received many well wishes and good lucks today from my friends.  They are all greatly appreciated.  My involvement in this whole thing is easy.  I just have to lay there.  Eliz is the one that has the difficult job.  Beside all she does normally, which is just about everything, she’ll now have even more tasks — put eye drops in (as often as the Dunkin Donuts guy makes the donuts,) read everything to me (including email, orders from ForYourSalon.com, business/news/political/sports sites, and who knows what else,) lead me around everywhere, and do just about all my tasks running the business (which aren’t many, but it is more stuff to do.)  Her father once told me, after I mentioned a small problem Eliz was having, “Sorry, no refunds.”  Who’s looking for the refund now…

At this point, in my mind there were no other solutions to my eye trouble.  I won’t second guess my decision.  I wonder how it will turn out.  I’m hoping the planets are aligned.

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