It is FINALLY going to happen. I am going “under the knife” on Monday, March 23, 2009. I am scared sh*tless, truth be told, but I have hope that the surgery will afford me better vision, fewer headaches and some semblance of normalcy as far as appearances. I have a glitch in that I cannot undergo any sort of general anesthesia, so I will be awake while my eyes are being insulted by a scalpel and needles and such. Fun, fun, fun. Like my daddy always said,”If it doesn’t kill you, it will make you stronger…” (Where did I put that last will and testament?) This is one of several things that will happen over the next few weeks/months to get me back on a healthy track, and all of them have been painstakingly and ridiculously slow in coming. I’m having my daughter take before and after pictures for posterity and my memoirs, and I usually balk at having my picture taken. God help me if I ever have to have a mug shot other than the mug shots taken for driver’s license purposes. Some even say that my reflection cannot be captured in either a mirror or on film, given my nocturnal nature.
My physician is a cutie and came highly recommended, but medicine is not now and never has been an exact science, and we are all at the mercy of whatever medical professional who maybe did not get enough sleep, had a fight with his or her partner, drank a little too much, or is simply not at the top of his or her game.
E is getting her permit tomorrow. That’s an iron-clad guarantee of more gray hair for me, but there is always Miss Clairol and I expect to know her up close and personally for the rest of my days…or perhaps I WILL shave my head and sport a variety of “do rags” in outrageously garish patterns.
Life goes on,
WW
