Yesterday, I learned I'm going to need cataract surgery this year, "sooner rather than later." I'm not comfortable with the idea.
It explains a lot; I have been missing things that are there and occasionally thinking I see motion that's not there. (Was that a cat? Nope.) The other day, Tam walked up while I was cooking and startled me badly when I caught sight of someone in my peripheral vision that looked like a stranger.
Reading is important to me. I'm not comfortable with the idea of surgery, especially not on my eyes. Supposedly, they can do great things now. While my nearsightedness is not entirely correctable, I am given to understand most of my astigmatism should be.
That doesn't make it any less frightening.
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