Today was a day that seemed for a while like it would never come: the day of Dad’s cataract surgery. While I think it’s safe to say that no one looks forward to surgery, especially the idea of someone going into your eyeball, the truth is I’ve been feeling bad for him as it’s been getting harder for him to read, etc.
Stephanie texted me after she picked him up from the hospital, and they were having a late lunch at Jasmine’s in Colwood. I was surprised that he looked just about the same as usual: no eyepatch or any sort of bandage. The sunglasses were necessary because his right eye was still super-dilated.
He and I had our regular FaceTime chat this evening, and he told me all about the experience. Sounds like the worst parts were the sterilizing eyedrops and the doc taking the tape off after the surgery was done. His friend Lynn from the building drove him to the hospital and Stephanie picked him up. He’s not supposed to drive for two days, but he has the green light to go for a (relaxed) walk. He shouldn’t really be too put out by the whole experience. I know he was preparing everything for being pretty incapacitated for the next few days. Joke’s on him: he’s going to be bored because he’s got everything done.
Glad that it went so well. It’ll be good to have both eyes working again, right?
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Yes everything went well, I can’t drive for 2 weeks not days..I look like some Mafia hit man!!!