Eye surgery it is, laser, I did not ask if covered by insurance and if not covered by insurance how much it will cost, I assume it's covered by insurance and am reminded many things I've assumed for sixty years are already wrong or the expiration date is on next month's calendar
Diligence in maintaining eye-drop discipline not enough, my eyes losing lower peripheral vision dramatically of late, left eye lots, steep rocky downhills I now dread, don't feel safe, every frightening once in a while I can't see where my left foot will land, we haven't done particular hard hikes (White Oak Canyon, for instance) we do every year this year because fuck me. Sight lost is sight gone but all I want to do is hike with Earthgirl so one eye first January Monday, second eye first January Tuesday
Earthgirl's mother's second husband's daughter sent us a cat advent calendar, a cat toy a day, none of the other five indoor beings in the house had any interest in the hands, the sixth one did
No plans to deep research the procedure on my eyes. I trust implicitly because do I have a choice that my eyedoc has state of the art knowledge and tools and skills to laser canals into my eyes to release the eyewater blinding me while simultaneously acknowledging should humans survive and medical advancements continue apace in one hundred years at most my eyedoc's procedures will be considered barberic quackery (Bones on dust in depression New York City gripping the head of me, the homeless bald guy). I'll feel no pain eyedoc told me during or after the surgery but be sure to pick up the pain-killer eyedrop RX we just sent to Safeway before I show up for the procedure
The two Democratic senators from my state of Fort Meade quietly voted for the gigazillion dollar defence bill, does it really matter if they're bribed and/or blackmailed rather than ardent and loyal and lucratively rewarded shitlord gophers? One hundred years from now if humans survive this paragraph will still be as relevant as today
I did not forget Muriel Rukeyser's birthday on the 15th, I just didn't have a post ready and I'm deliberately cutting back on the standalone posts for deleted bleggalgaze reasons regular readers can recite. In the Big Blue Bible the holy spirit has entered Jacob and he molted like a snake. Yesterday, when I was looking for dry ink markers in a box in the corner of my office the Dean of the Library walked by my office and stopped to stare at my speakers, Six Organs of Admittance emitting from them, she wishes I didn't catch the look on her face when she saw that I caught the look on her face
POEM (I LIVED IN THE FIRST CENTURY OF WORLD WARS
It's so gradual as to be imperceptible but now you entered the perceptible phase.ReplyDelete
I hope your ophthalmologist explained all glaucoma treatments are a race against time, that raising false hopes might very well be the unkindest form of dishonesty.
Because the truth or something abutting accuracy allows the human, the patient to choose to Do. Do it all now. Do it today and tomorrow. And plan with others for a harsh future.
SLT or CPC. Buy time. Persevere.
It's the SLT. Pressure and test results remained stable for almost four years on the current meds but I really noticed the vision loss coming down Cadillac and Sargent Mountains in Acadia this past summer so I knew something was sideways. I expected this news when I went in for checkup. The hope was to wait until inevitable cataract surgery in a couple of years but nope, first available appointment now.ReplyDelete
Lower the IOP.ReplyDelete
Hopefully it'll slow it down
Have bee reading your occasional narration about our vision for ~ a decade and always hoped for "a good outcome" (that, something you'd define). Since it's always the season to give support and wishes for That Good Outcome, I add mine: Go not gently, make the m******rs pay for every inch of the way; do art and you do good, etc. Be well.ReplyDelete