Worn out
To keep today’s special we went to town. I had to go get my pressures taken. To find out if I had a flat neither I. I did not. In fact the doctors, plural, said the things were going very well with one difference. Some years ago I received a corneal transplant. Akin to getting a spare tire for your car from a dealer. You cannot buy them new. They’re all used and after a decade or so blinking mine has finally worn out. The doctor knows how old I am and there is no offer for replacement this time around I just have to deal with when I being cloudy or than the other. I had such hopes for it when I got it. I mean the doctor told me that life would be fine afterwards unless I rejected it. And since i didn’t I believe that life was good. I can hardly tell unless I close the other eye and try to look out. But who does that we’re all taught to use our eyes as they are to not cover one up just for the fun of it. The eye doctor always has different plans though. He likes to give me that big spoon that could not be used for soup because it’s full of holes and then asks me if I can see what’s going on. And I fib, there’s always a letter E there somewhere. I will now go into the winter knowing that I’m back to being one eyed. The other will just be a placeholder to keep my glasses to break this apart. Indeed, I still have glasses for those times when I try to read. Not books because that’s a lost cause but I’m doing wonderfully with the screen. Remember how your parents told you not to watch TV all the time? They also might.
