It's a nice name. He's a nice man,
and has done thousands of cataract surgeries.
So far a total of eight hours, over three separate days, weeks apart, worth of testing has been done, and, I now know approximately how much money I have to pay before the procedure, which was a bit of a shock. I'll think about the details tomorrow. But, I know I won't be able to schedule till at least February. I'm putting on a happy face.
Here, the bad eye is totally dilated
This is kinda what it looks like from inside
Over there, the mayor goes about closing down his day, while all the workers bundle up for their long commute home, and I wait for the bus uptown.
Longing, which does not sleep, gnaws at me. I was longing for chicken soup, my comforter, and to abandon my attention, let my brain rest, my monkey mind wander where it will.
Staring into that blue-blue blur, I remember all the questions I forgot to ask. At Doctors offices, I'm super-aware that my life, in a manner of speaking, is in the Doctors hands, and the money is divided up between Doctor, Insurance companies, facilities and Drug Manufacturers. Not something I say out loud, just what I think. My tendency therefore, is to be very friendly, while trying to extract the information I want, and without offending. So, I forget stuff. I 'spose I assume that questions like those relating to issues the Dr. has not brought up, might be challenging. I fear falling out of favor. So, returning to my adult self, I take note of having felt vulnerable, and of all my defenses against it. Just take note. It's sliding away now as I settle back into the familiar, and light a pre-Solstice votive.
Two More Days
