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  • Last month, I had surgery on my eyes. Cataracts removed and astigmatism corrected and some kind of lenses implanted so that I would have perfect long-distance vision. Oh my bad -- my hubris to need to have perfect long-distance vision. Usually I'm dogged about grilling doctors about the procedures they're going to inflict on me or the meds they prescribe, but for some reason, the eye stuff confounded me. No matter how many times I read the material or watched the video I just didn't absorb it or understand it or realize the potential dangers. No excuses. I put myself in the hands of medical giants--the ones with huge reputations and offices to match--like a docile lamb. But all went well until a month later and then this morning, I woke up with wonky vision, as if everything was a hair out of focus. And that's when I was dumb (so dumb) struck with how so many things I take for granted revolve around my eyes. Books, books, books. Art. Nature. Movies. Road signs. Menus. Email. My Kindle.This is what I looked like when I relied on glasses. I have no one to blame but myself if my life is a bit impaired from now on, but I wish I could go back to the days of happy to be forever four-eyed.
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