I learned many years ago that cataracts existed in my eyes. They finally ripened by November, 2019, and needed to be removed. I had both eyes cleared on Thursday, 21 November.
Here goes a two-part blog based on that experience.
First, the surgery and its result. We arrived early for the appointment—as is our custom. The only time I remember almost being late was on a flight from Denver to San Diego in 1984. While waiting for a delayed flight I forgot the time change in Denver. Flying through the corridor I entered the plane just as the stewardess brought my overhead bag to the front to have it off-loaded. When we arrived in San Diego and disembarked, a couple hours late, a disgruntled passenger barked his disappointment at the stewardess for arriving late. Figuring that any flight is a good one if it gets you back safely on the ground, I thanked her for getting us to San Diego. When I met Judy I told her I’d never leave San Diego again.
Putting all that aside, back to 21 November, 2019. The nurse escorted me from the waiting room to the operating room. When on the table, with a donut pillow under my head, the anesthetist used only the amount to keep me comfortable, without losing consciousness. Then, I remember only Doc Zane doing something inside the left, then right, eye.
I remember, after he worked on the left eye, I could see the squares on the floor or ceiling, first dimly, then distinctly. Within 30-45 minutes or so both were finished and I went to recovery. Which lasted but a few minutes before I returned to the prep area. Judy and Brooks soon came in and I immediately asked, “Where do we go for breakfast?”
Reactions in the family to the aluminum patches on both eyes varied. Son Scott texted that I looked like a fly. Interestingly, at the appointment 22 November, I met the man whose wife preceded me in surgery, with both eyes being cleared. He also said she looked like a fly with her twin patches on. Bryan, Brooks’ son-in-law, texted that he should tell me we were going to Carl’s Jr., then go the Burger King to see if I knew the difference. We went to breakfast at Debbie’s pie shop off Nordahl across from Hooters in San Marcos. End Part I