Last Tuesday I had a cataract operation in our local hospital. One of Aunty Uta’s followers got wind of it and wanted to know more about it. I wrote him an answer but after this I thought I could make it a post on my blog as well. Here it is:
The operation was on Tuesday. All went smoothly and I have no complains regarding the procedure. Next day when the dressing came off I thought I was in London experiencing the fog there. There was no vision in the eye. Luckily I have the other one. The doctor told me this sometimes happens when the patient has glaucoma (which I have). She gave me some tablets to bring the pressure down in the eye. Come back on Friday. Yesterday after two days of taking the tablets I started to see Daisy Duck. She is hanging on the wall in our toilet making sure people don’t misbehave. I call it now doing the “Daisy Test”. At first I could not see her at all with my brand new, reconditioned eye. But Yesterday afternoon she appeared, if ever so faint, out of the fog.
Last night I went to bed hoping for a further improvement. Bur in the morning it was all foggy again and Daisy wasn’t to been seen anywhere. Perhaps I used up my power of vision during my REM periods during sleep when I was able to see colourful flowers and bushes.
This morning it was back to my Ophthalmologist. She was happy with the progress I had made (did I ?) and she smiled with happiness as she reported, the pressure in my eye has gone done to “9″. Her smile and friendliness is so generous that I would forgive her losing my eyesight. But, she said, nothing to worry about, stop taking the tablets, increase one of the drops from one to six times a day and come back in five weeks – unless, of course, my eyesight has not improved by Tuesday; then she wants me back next week. On questioning her, she assured me, that the operation was a full success only my eye is a bit swollen and she is sure all will return to normal.
Meantime I run to to the toilet more often and check whether Daisy Duck is appearing out of the fog.
After having written the above and checking “Daisy Duck” again I noticed, it is not Daisy at all, but Donald’s Grandma herself. That tells you how old I am that I see an old Grandma as a spring chicken. Perhaps I thought Grandma Duck used to wear glasses and this image doesn’t.
In case you wonder what sort of toilet our toilet is, I can show you what you see when you sit on the throne.