Ready for my time off
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.
You’ll note the future tense in this post, because for one of the rare times, I’m composing before the fact. The doctor told me that this time around, I’ll have several days of very limited mobility, and my suspicion is that sitting down for a session at the keyboard doesn’t enter into the list of things I’m permitted to do. Since WordPress allows me to place a post in an artificial hold for a few days, I’m going to prevail myself. No different from those times when I couldn’t post for several days due to a lack of connectivity, and had to play catch-up later in a week.
I’ll try to dress proactively for my visit to the surgical wing: a shirt, pants, clean unmentionables (just like your mother always told you to do), simple shoes. No gadgets in tow, and that includes tablets and MP3 players and all the other paraphernalia that defines our existence. Me, ready to lie back and relax. In my funny gown, probably.
The real sacrifice will come when I’m cut off from good coffee until getting “back home”. Hospital java, in a sippy cup: sounds like a recipe for more pain.
