I realize now that I owe it to my fellow baby boomers to write about seniors’ stuff. This time I would like to tell everyone about my eye cataract surgery.
I really did not know that I had a cataract in my left eye till I went to buy reading glasses for myself as I was finding it difficult to scan my daily newspapers.
Surprise, surprise. The optician checked my eyes on a fancy eye machine where you focus on a colored balloon. Then he asked me to read a chart placed about five feet away from me. I could read everything with my right eye but when he covered it with a black disc and asked me to read with the left eye—a blank—a haze. I was shocked. I could not believe that my left eye was not working. I suddenly realized why I stumbled a lot, could not concentrate on reading and found it difficult to drive.
I was blind as a bat in one eye.
Where should I get myself checked? I went to the nearest hospital. I hit pay dirt the first time. The ophthalmologist advised a cataract removal and intraocular lens immersion as soon as possible. How could I trust the doctor? I read reviews on the internet. I talked to my opticians. I asked around inside the hospital. Everyone seemed to have a high opinion of my ophthalmologist. I waited still for a few days. I asked my friends. They really did not know anyone better they could recommend.
So I took a leap of faith and got an appointment for my eye surgery early morning on a Saturday. I was really impressed by the way the hospital people treated me. It was like being inside an airline commercial. Everyone smiled and everything worked.
It was a miracle. Two hours after my surgery, I was home and watching television. And believe me you it was like as if someone had put a new left eye in my head. Everything is so clear. My normal television seems as clear as a HD wall contraption.