November 15
I got the appointment for my second cataract surgery – November 23rd. Then I’ll get new glasses, and then I’ll know what the world is going to look like for the next many years.
When I had the first surgery they just kept pumping up the drugs because I just kept laughing over the psych-o-DELIC views I was being treated to as they sliced open my eye. The last thing I heard before it all went dark was the doctor whisper to the anesthesiologist ‘make her stop…’.