OK. I’ve been asked, so I’ll take a few minutes to get the story out of the way and we can get on with whatever it is we’re getting on with. Age has caught up with me as far as the eyes are concerned. Cataracts became part of the annual exam a few years back and each year the Doc would say “Still there but we’ll keep watching the progress for awhile and go from there.” Awhile arrived with the May exam. Where the Cataracts had been minimal before, they were now marginal. That’s Eye-Doc talk for slow, progressive deterioration. “Will it get any better?” I asked. “No, but it can wait.” he said. That’s not my game. If it’s broke, fix it and move on. A date was set, the preliminaries taken care of, and I found myself flat on my back, a hairnet on my hairless head, making small-talk with nurses in baggy green uniforms. I was somewhat apprehensive about the procedure. The “E” had her eyes worked on, by the same doctors, a couple of years ago, and one eye didn’t turn out too good. She spent a number of days traveling to see a “Specialist” in Macon, up the road, who could repair a problem caused by the implants. All’s well that ends well, she has had no further trouble, so here I was heading into the unknown.
The procedure itself was short, about 20 minutes of looking into a bright light as some sort of tool tooled around in the eye doing it’s thing. My head was “Duck Taped” to the gurney so I couldn’t move but, all in all, it was not an uncomfortable experience. After about 30 minutes of recovery time I was in the car, headed home. No pain, no complaints. Recovery begins.
I was aware that the eye would not respond immediately to the trauma of being penetrated and vacuumed out but later, that evening, I was concerned. All I could see was prominent shapes, no color, like looking through gray smoke. Relax, he says to himself as the Braves game came on TV, it will be better soon. The next day the vision started to return to normal, somewhat. The shapes became better defined. The gray veil disappeared, and as I sat down for the ballgame that evening, the first revelation of improvement hit like a line-drive. Testing, always testing new things, I would close the new eye and look around. Then I would close the old eye, look with the new eye. Wham. The Braves home uniforms are white. I always accepted the white as kind of off-white. With the new eye, the uniforms were glowing white. The blues and reds around the ballpark were vivid, bright, unlike anything I had seen before. Is this real life? I asked. I was immersed in Technicolor. A Munchkin in the Wizard of Oz.
I went into this fix-up to get rid of all the reading glasses I have stashed around the house. My distant vision was adequate, no problems, but the near stuff, like books and computer screens were a blur. I did not expect the new world of Disney color but if the reading improves it will be worth the apprehension and time.
Half of the adventure is over. It is now the third day of recovery and the new eye is fine, free of distortion, free of the blur, working well with the other eye. Reading the fine print is not back yet but I hope that when the second eye is repaired I will be able to read like a teen ager. We’ll see, as they say…
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