Now I can see you
But I can't damn read.
I'm writing this with blurry eyeballs.
Left eye done
And the other one bites the dust
Hurray, I can read the subtitles on tv without glasses, which I've worn since I was 14 years old. But suddenly I can't read close-up. I've become a long distance reader. I've got the tablet held at arms length with the letters enlarged right out to the side of the page. I cannot read small print which previously seemed so clear and sharp.
My eyes are still blurry from all the eye drops today but I can see I'll need reading glasses.
We have to return in 2 days for a checkup so I will ask the doc what's what.
It was a good day even if I did have to get up at 5.30am to get to the hospital on time.
There were another 8 people waiting for cataract ops today. All from villages around Nafplio, the closest big city with a hospital which has a doctor who lazers your cataracts.
We learnt the medical history of just about all of them while seated in the corridor on hard plastic chairs. They all had medical stories to tell. Then in hushed tones we found out just how much each was putting in a plain white envelope to grease the path to the operating room.
It was a little social circle. We all got a cheery 'Good luck' as we were moved out in our surgery robes up to the next floor.
A few of the men had even visited NZ, in the merchant navy I presume. There was a bit of talk about Rotorua, bungy jumping and NZ lamb. That took the conversation off to lambs in general and who was slaughtering their own lamb or goat for Pasca (Easter) and who was buying and from where. K made a few notes on recommeneded butcher's shops.
Two elderly men got high blood pressure on the operating table and had to be moved to the emergency room. To my surprise my last few visits to doctors and hospitals have not resulted in high blood pressure. I used to suffer from 'white jacket syndrome' and have my blood pressure go through the roof. Lately it has stayed very normal during medical visits. Have I learnt to relax or what the heck?
I surreptitiously handed over a plain white envelope with the Doc's reward. It disappeared into his pocket so fast that K didn't notice and kept on making signs to me because he was worried I'd forgotten. Even the doctor caught on and told him to calm down, that all was well. He was a very happy camper, amiable and attentive. Money well spent at this free public hospital. The system works.
We brought a box of sticky cakes for the nurse and the operating staff. Obviously we did the right thing. Everyone else was carrying a bag with a box of cakes too.
I had blood tests and a cardiogram done last week in preparation for this and everything was hunky dory. My meat, fish, butter, eggs and cheese diet is keeping me healthy and fit. All levels, sugar, cholesterol and all that stuff are exactly where they should be.
I don't think I'll be writing emails or commenting on blogs for awhile until I get my near-sight sorted.
I'll give the big computer a try in a few days. Maybe things will be clearer on the big screen.
Meantime I have to sit quietly in a chair for some days and do bugger all.
At least the television screen is sharp and from my armchair the view of the olive groves climbing up to the sanctuary of Poseidon is clearly visible with my new eyes.