My eyes: A history
Had a very difficult time accomplishing any writing this week after my eye doc appointment on Tuesday. In fact, I have not written. Well email and status updates, but that’s it. Why am I not writing? Because I am too busy freaking out as quietly as possible.
I need cataract surgery. In both eyes. I’m not gonna lie, the news hit me hard, even though I’ve known for awhile now that when the time was ripe, I’d have to undergo the procedure. Now that the appointments have been made and the prescriptions fillled, I try to take comfort in the number of people who have had this done and say it is a snap. Probably because they load you to the gills with Valium and numb your eyeballs.
This will all be done before I start my summer teaching session. For the first time in many years, I will walk into a classroom without glasses. I won’t even need contacts. This blows my mind. I have worn glasses (or refused to wear them) since I was a pre-teen. All through junior high school, I wouldn’t wear them. Not even in class to see the blackboard.
I wised up and started wearing teardrop wires just like Gloria Steinem in high school. Then I tried contacts. Those first versions were torture, but I was going through yet another vanity phase (in high school I rebelled by not wearing make up, letting my hair frizz out, and generally trying to emulate Janis Joplin. )
I’m not afraid. Okay, I’m a little afraid. Writers rely on our eyes. Also, my main recreation and most fun thing to do is read. So…I really need my eyes. If there is a goddess or saint who looks after eyes, please rain your blessings down on me. Namaste.