Seeing Clearly

I’m back in action.  We went antiquing yesterday and I could see details.  Just look at the detailed stitches in this old vintage piece.  I can really appreciate them now.

I’ve been out of action for a while – one of those medical issues diagnosed as “too many birthdays” – cataracts.

I’ve been very nearsighted since the age of 9, wearing glasses, then contact lenses.  If you’ve worn hard contacts (as I had – necessary to correct my vision issues), you have to leave them out a while before surgery.  For me this journey took six months.  That’s a long time not to drive and to be unable to see things clearly.  But now I see individual leaves on trees.  And I can read street signs.  Nice!

My in-house photographer and I captured images that show images of my “before” and “after” outlook on things.  

I recently read Elderhood, in which Louise Aronson says something to the effect that “there is a lot of age discrimination in the area of health care.  But one thing that the system has got right is cataract treatment.”  I have to agree.  Even though I had a more complicated situation than the average patient, I can now see better than I have in a long time.  

The photos above make you glad I wasn’t driving, right?

Just to be clear, my surgery wasn’t complicated, it was easy-peasy. It was my own set of vision afflictions that made my cataract corrective experience so lengthy.

On our outing yesterday, we also visited a fiber arts show. 

Details of that in the next post.