It has been almost two weeks since my second eye surgery. The surgery went well and the results are way beyond my immodest expectations. I did not expect to type without the aid of my glasses as I am doing now. I did not even consider the positive change my “new” eyes would bring about in my daily effort to stave off the “old man blues”. I have recovered already much of my lost sense of “today was great; tomorrow will be better!”. My perception of color and light has improved such that the simple act of looking out a window is a mood enhancer. It is almost comical when I recall my recent “pre-surgery” effort to teach myself the rudiments of color correcting old photo transparencies. Everything is better now I believe. Yes, everything is better now!
There is a down side to this “new eyes” experience however. Eye drops! Four times daily, three medications, both eyes, is what the Doctor ordered. Upon learning of this need, my astute wife correctly pointed out there was no chance I would be able to this without help. In spite of a protest from my pathetically weakened inner machismo self, I agreed to her help; she would put in the drops. Aside from the modest disruption in our daily activities, the reclining position I assume makes it easy for me to slide into a nice nap. Life, for me, is once again good and getting better!