Sometime later today, I’m going into the hospital for another round of eye surgery. You see, I suffer from that “rock star condition”, mentioned by “Don’t call me Sir” Bono earlier in the week: glaucoma. The suffer part isn’t every day; pain comes and goes, but the condition is real. On one side, my vision is limited to detection of light.
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Everything is circumstantial until the cutting begins, but my operation moved a large step closer to real this morning. The sticky electrode terminals took longer to place and remove than my actual EKG. All part of the “prove the patient was alive when they started” process.
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Blame it on the bright lights (but not the late nights); today I just didn’t get started. Sore eye, mainly. Safer to put in the drops and salve and stay horizontal until late afternoon. Doesn’t happen often.
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Tough night. No sleep possible. Due to the “nose balloon”, a full congestion triggered a minor panic attack: insufficient air intake in any other position than full vertical. And so I walked the floor for the whole night. For a new baby, one makes such a compromise. For a bloody nose, not so much.
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Some days don’t go as scheduled. Detours. Roads less travelled. When I climbed out of bed this morning, I could not have forecast the way my evening would go. Even when there was a warning sign.
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Spent most of today with my eyes closed. Not asleep; that would be too easy. More like a practiced squint. Keeping the sun out of the brain.
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A day like this makes me want to run along the shoreline. Of the ocean. I did get into the pool (long enough to agitate the sleeping greenies), but with a water temperature approaching that of my morning shower I didn’t stay long. This was a hot one. The dog found that neither side of the door suited his need for cooler breezes, and the infernal noise of all those fans inside must have played torture tunes on his sensitive ears.
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After six weeks of directed listening, I have to assume that I am no longer capable of hearing the chorus of “ten billion butterfly sneezes” that so marked my youth. That was a Moody Blues reference, for the attentive among you. Seriously; after completion of an online course aimed at people involved in sound production, I have ro accept (with grace as charm, as always), the reality of my getting on in years. The high frequencies no longer register. The low frequencies no longer register. I am out of phase, unable to chorus, doomed to flanging.
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The newspaper ad caught my eye, and then the thought processes started into high gear. Next time around, do we want to put an ordinary bed in the extra bedroom, or do we want something more utilitarian. Say, a pair of bunk beds? Or a Murphy bed, leaving the floor space free (most of the time). Do companies deliver, outside of the metropolitan magnet area? Is the cost comparable?
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