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.