August 10, 2004

Cataracts

When I was a lad, it was a wonderful year. I read about a cataract in an adventure story, looked it up, and found out it is a waterfall. Now that I’m much longer in the tooth than in ladhood, I read through cataracts instead of about them.

They’re hell to pay, especially at night with that arrogant-SUV-halogen-headlight crowd. So I’m getting them fixed, right eye yesterday, left eye, Monday next. I’ve hung out around clinics and surgical suites a lot, mostly professionally, but more than enough as the center of attraction. This ophthalmology crowd is hands-down the most user-friendly team of professionals I’ve ever, might I say, seen.

They move with skill, certainty, and gentle graciousness through a maze of Walter Mitty-like pocketa-pocketa machinery that makes one want to stay there forever. And then, they give you a hot blueberry muffin and a cup of coffee. God is good.

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