The countdown to my cataract operation has begun and I will confess to feeling rather a lot of butterflies in my mid-regions at the prospect. Having been arranged three months ahead, the provisional date of September 17th was always subject to change and when the confirmation letter arrived last Wednesday this proved to be the case.
My op is now scheduled for the 24th and I have to be at the Day Surgery Unit, 37 miles away along the winding trunk road across the Cambrian Mountains, by 8am. Heaven only knows what time we shall have to get up to be there and parked by that time, but as I’m unlikely to sleep well that night the early start probably won’t be a problem.
I’m already finding it hard to concentrate, as I've always hated the thought of any kind of procedure on my eyes, and I’m keeping myself very busy with blogs and books and knitting and TV (our winter treat) and any other displacement activity I can think of, gardening being at present on hold because of the weather. I’m sure that with hindsight all this anxiety, and yes, fear, will prove to have been unnecessary, but knowing myself to be at higher than usual risk of complications means that my rational mind is losing out to basic emotions. Collywobbles rule OK!
Now to make some supper and settle down to a nice long evening of TV, the highlight being Simon Schama’s fascinating series The Story of the Jews.
Roll on the 25th….
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