Dead-eye Dick.
There's a protective bandage over my left
eye and I feel weak as a kitten.
The surgery went well. That's one down, one to go.
It was not what I was expecting. I told the nurses that they were fussing over
me as if I was about to have major surgery and they told me, "It
is!"
I had a wonderful nurse named Priscilla who
did the electrocardiogram. The nurses
left two of those little sticky circles on, then they realized their goof.
Somehow, I expected that I would sit in a
chair and the doctor would just do the procedure, sort of like a dental
appointment. Instead, I was out like a
light under a general anesthesia. I woke
up, thinking I had dozed off, and was horn-swoggled when the nurse smiled at me
and said, "All done."
It does hurt and I know that it will take
several days to get the anesthesia out of my system. I hate the after effects of anesthesia. It will be nice to just let John and Elsa
fuss over me.
There must have been something in the air
about the surgery, because both Mim and Mike - who have been silent as clams
for the past yea many months - called today.
Mike sounded so excited about the Olympics. Just hearing his dear voice, so elated, did
me a world of good.
It is always ticklish knowing what to do
with kids who need more "space" and privacy in their lives and less
Mom. The parent's dilemma. Do I tell them about a surgery or keep
mum? Seems the good Lord has ways of
putting them in the picture. Well
played, as they say in cricket.
It is 5:00 p.m. EST and I am a happy,
apparently remarkably healthy, woman.
Imagine having cataract surgery at 90
years. When I was a young
whippersnapper, old people with failing
sight just had to adjust. Now, look at
what they can do.
I am very grateful to Dr. Miller and his
wonderful nurses, to John for being chauffeur and temporary head nurse, to Elsa
for taking a half day), to Mike and to Mim for checking in on a just right day
and time. Mike called just as I got up
from my nap, incredible timing.
John and I head over to see my family
doctor tomorrow to check the old girl out. What a lucky gal I am to live in this
miraculous age and have so many loved
ones - near and far - tucking me under their wings.
Here's looking at you, kids - Grammie
"Dead-eye" Kay
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