Big eyed
I’m waiting, impatiently, for sundown. Early this afternoon I had a scheduled visit to the ophthalmologist (Hurrah!). One small side-effect though; my pupils have been about double-diameter for the last six hours. Really throws the concept of depth perception out of whack, and the light is streaming in to my poor retinas.
This was a new doctor, which comes with the responsibility of describing why I’m there, what’s gone on before and what do I need. I thought about those questions, on the way into town. I just want reassurance. The damage is done, and I’ve had a decade of adjustment. One eye’s worth. What I want is to make sure that the OTHER eye is cared for. You know, so I can see what lies on the path ahead, for however long I wander.
We had other things to get done, as well. My spouse lost those bands that we use as a signal to others. Cut loose, physically. Until the resizing is completed, I am the lone signal-bearer. We had to wait a long time for the jeweler with the mad cutting skills to return from wherever – finally, he didn’t, and the woman behind the counter did the deed. I missed it, having gone to feed the parking meter. Actually, I consider us fortunate to have got a parking spot, right in front of our preferred lunch cafe. Paying a bit extra didn’t seem too important.
And now I’m gearing down for an early night. The surgical call is at dawn, tomorrow; with our travel time added on, we’re going to be away before that first light.
