Handsome dude.  Looks a little weird in the eye, though.  Maybe he’s a pirate … or good at robbing banks.

I had cataract surgery on my left eye yesterday.  My marvelous ophthalmologist Dr. Kose replaced my natural lens with a synthetic one.  In two weeks, my right eye gets the same treatment.  And in about six weeks I’ll be a man of vision, complete with new funky eyeglass frames (I hope).

Dr. Kose expected it to be a straightforward surgery – local anaesthetic, somewhere between thirty minutes and an hour, no pain (!)  I especially liked that last point.

In the prep room, the nurse had me lie flat on my back, a position I hardly ever take at home.  And then a moment of “Oh! Oh!”  I’ve been struggling for months with a fungus growing in my esophagus.  Lying flat brought back the difficulty I sometimes have in swallowing.  I was needing to do it every ten or fifteen seconds, and each time my head moved.  Not good for precise surgery where I’m looking straight up.

I explained my fear to the prep nurse, and later to Dr. Kose in the operating room.  She was unfazed.  “We’ll make it work.”  And she did.  At my followup appointment today, she said that my swallowing was so subtle that it had no effect on the surgery.  Who knew I was such a good swallower?!

Today I’m very tired and my vision is blurry.  I understand them both.  Stumbling a bit while I walk.  These tapped letters looking a lot like other tapped letters.  No TV for awhile.  If I really want to see the latest Netflix show, I’ll watch it on the small rectangle I’m holding now.

The right eye surgery is on July 3.  I’m heading to the Dour music festival from July 16 till 20.  Dr. Kose says it’s fine to dance, “but do it gently”.  Nuts.  I wanted to throw everything into the air all at once!

I’ll be a good patient

But I’m still going to jiggle a lot