Venting! Venting! So I go to the eye doctor this morning. I sit not five feet from the TV and I have noticed lately that I find it hard to read anything on the screen. Now about 15 years ago, I was told that I had the start of cataracts developing in the back of my eyes. It seem that they have started to grow and are about ripe for surgery. So next month I get to talk to the surgeon. Oh joy!! Just what I wanted. Another stay in the hospital. I am more ticked off about the hospital than I am about the cataracs. Because of my heart condition, it cannot be a day surgery procedure.
Second vent! They give you these drops that enlarge your pupils so they can see the back of your eyes and if there is any bleeding. No problem there. But why can't they give you drops to counter effect the enlarging. I am sitting here three hours later and am still having a problem seeing.
Vent Three. It seems that they will want to do the left eye first. I don't use my left eye. It is a lazy eye. So do the right eye first. Oh nooo! They want to see if the surgery will improve my vision in that eye. I don't really care if it does. I DON'T use that eye. Sometimes I even close that eye so I can concentrate on what I am seeing with my right eye. Otherwise I would see double.
BIGEST VENT!! They will not be putting me to sleep. It seems they will need my cooperation and will be asking me questions during the surgery. That idea doesn't appeal to me in any way shape or form. I really need to think this whole thing over real good.
Okay. Vent over. Thanks for listening!