I just got back from the optometrist's office. She confirmed that I have cataracts. Enormous, dense. Those were just two of the adjectives she used to described them. Now, in January my old optometrist said he saw a cataract but it was too small to remove and sometime around the pennant chase in late August or September we could discuss their removal. How, in the name of Mr. Magoo, could cataracts go from 'too small to remove' to 'enormous and dense'?
They gave me eye drops. The first drop was a 'numbing' drop to 'take the sting out of the second drop'. That really put me in the mood to get that second drop! Even as I type this, my eyes are so open I think I might be able to see through time. Mom drove me and even with my Stevie Wonder quality vision, she managed to scare the bejesus out of me while she pulled up short, made wide turns and cut off at least one other driver. But, after sniffing Daisy the Mutt and satisfying herself that she had been bathed in the last two days, Mom bundled her up and took her to the Big House to do battle with her cat.
I hope that this post went through without too many typos. Pop would be ashamed, but tolerant knowing his first born had a visual experience that would inspire Jerry Garcia