A tough couple of days
Since my cataract operation today was the same as the one before, there's really not much to say, except everything went just fine, but I won't know how successful the "procedure" was until my eyepatch is removed tomorrow. Then the doctor can look in my eye and tell me how beneficial the operation was.
The day of the cataract operation, and the day after, is the worst, because my daughter has to drive me for 45 minutes through heavy bumper-to-bumper traffic on some of the busiest roads in Denver to get to the VA regional Hospital for the operation, and after the operation, she drives me home again on the same congested roads. The next morning, my daughter will drive me back to the hospital again on the same traffic-filled roads, where the doctor, in under 15 minutes, will assess my eye and then send me on another 45-minute, bumper-to-bumper drive back home. I don't like putting my daughter through all that, but it's the only way to tell if the operation was truly successful, or if there are problems that need to be addressed.
But with any luck, if my brief interaction with the eye surgeon goes well tomorrow and no problems are found, then maybe, just maybe, that will be the last time you hear about medical issues with my eyes. Believe me, I'm just as tired of writing about them as you are of hearing about them.
Theboondork
Boondocking in the desert in Quartzsite, Arizona. Some areas are crowded, some not so much. The good news is that as a boondocker, you get to choose.
This intrepid aeronaut foolishly challenges the law of gravity and the bounds of sanity with a scrap of cloth in the sky and a propeller on his butt.