Seeing clearly...all the time
In a summer of adjustments, I've encountered another. I have engaged in an end of the day ritual for many years. At whatever time I'm basically calling it quits, meaning I'll be hanging out at home for the remainder of the day, I shut it down. Take off the bra. Take out the teeth (partial). Take out the ears (hearing aids). Pop out the contacts. Which means, of course, I am then lacking support; gumming my food; asking, "What?" and turning up the volume on electronic devices; blurring my view of the world. It's the last that is coming into particular focus at the present time. On August 31, I had the first of two cataract surgeries and by late that evening, my distance vision was almost frighteningly clear. So much so that at the post op appointment, I tested 20/20. It seems as if I'll continue to use cheaters to read--no biggie. The biggie is being able to see the world around me in sharp, distinct color and shapes. No more br...