Darswords

Duh! I hoped above hope that the reason I couldn’t read anything online or otherwise was a cataract. The symptoms started like my husband’s with halos around lights. In fact, when I would take Kali out at night, the small amount of light out here looked like a bunch of Ferris wheels. That was with the left eye. The right eye needed correction, I felt. I have my medical background, Grey’s Anatomy, ER, The Good Doctor, New Amsterdam, ER Untold Stories… Yes, I’m an addict. Hello, my name is Darlene…

Oh, back to the main story. So for the second time this week, I went to the big city (snerk). This time my husband drove me. I knew I would need him to drive me home; dilated eyes shouldn’t drive.

Coffman Visual Clinic was marvelous. Clean and safe in every way. Doctor Guyle was my doctor. He’s a writer, too. 

So we hit it off. Oh, the eyes? Yeah. You know that biggest E on the chart? My left eye can see the color white and the black blob. My right eye is doing better than with glasses. Just not arm’s length away. I was worried. I do have a mild case of diabetes. I take Metformin. I plan to reverse that with my fasting diet. Dr. Guiley looked into my eyes, and both have cataracts. He couldn’t even see into my left eye. It is so bad. Best diagnosis I could hope for. This is fixable with surgery. I know several people that have better eyes than ever because of the surgery. So the system is setting me up with the surgeon and dates.

The trip home was fun. Oh, I forgot, the trip there, no music. We were having such fun conversations that we just didn’t need it. Coming home, the windows were down, and so conversing was out. So Savage Garden sang us home. My friend and my younger adult children got to see them in concert when they were still Savage Garden. My only rock concert ever—that from a Baby Boomer. Loud music was never my thing, even classical, if loud does me in. But these guys were great!

We had to nap since being home. My dilated eyes were tired. My body was tired. That trip takes it out of me. But the promise that I will soon have eyes that can read other peoples’ blogs and real tree books instead of listening to text-to-speech or Audible gives me the energy to do a dance. Don’t watch!