Yes, it does mean my surgeon might be a little tired from
having already done a few by then - they begin at 6:30 a.m. over there. But it
means she doesn’t consider me the “riskiest” of the procedures. They had told
me that they usually do the diabetics first and the at-risk patients next. So
if I’m that late in the morning, then it’s not a bad thing.
Also, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that
if the risk-factor of losing my sight was really high, she probably would have
discussed it a little more in depth. One or two friends have meant well and
immediately related stories of their friends who have lived with sight in just
one eye for many years, and of course, I already knew about my one neighbor and
my nephew. But it’s not “their” eyes - and when we think about our own eyes, we
tend to get a bit more possessive and protective. But I have finally relaxed on
that matter - I just hate the thought of having to rush over there the following
morning for a surgical “fix” if something happens but what will be, will be.
Tomorrow, my friend will pick me up around 11:15 and I hope
to be home between 4 and 5, hungry as a she-bear just out of hibernation.
Fasting from 4 a.m. forward, during my most alert and active hours will do that
to me. So if you hear growling and snarling around 5 p.m., it’s only me
catching up on my food.
Yesterday, I made sure I did all the “heavy” marketing - two
3-gallon jugs of water, a 14-lb bag of litter, two 24-packs of cat food, things
like that. And I’m all set to go.
All of that rambling now said, the next time I see my
friends, they will probably look even MORE wonderful than ever!!!
I can’t wait, in a way - I told myself early this year that
this surgery was my Christmas present to myself...
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