Other cataract Surgery tomorrow, the 20th!

The doctor said I was healed enough to do the other eye, so my daughter Ronda will accompany me this time to the eye clinic. The photo above is how I have been able to go about with only one surgery done. Now my problem is forgetting my glasses that I need to read with. I can't go down to Doc's in the morning to have coffee, breakfast, and read the paper without those. After my surgery I won't be able to see to read until I get new glasses! The glasses I am wearing now will just be a blur! I think. Maybe the bifocal part will work. I will have to see.
It is quite fascinating to experience what eye surgeons can do now. When my dad had his cataract surgery over 45 years ago, he had to wear contact lenses for about a year. If that wasn't a pain. He would head one for his eye on the end of his finger but it could land anywhere. He would ask us daughters to put them in, his grandkids, even the waitresses in cafes. Once he could not find his contact in his eye and it wasn't on the right place. He called me and I looked all over in his eye for it. Usually it would have slid down somewhere in there, but no! I looked on the floor. It was not to be found. Finally I spotted it on the tip of his nose.
Old guys like him were not good candidates to wear contact lenses! My sister Linda wrote a funny poem about him saying to everybody, "Won't you please put in my eye?"
Surgery had improved when Mom had her cataracts removed 20 years later. She didn't have to wear contacts as the lens was put right in the eye immediately like mine are being done.
I see that my doctor does the laser surgery on younger people who do not want to wear glasses. Two of my nieces had that done. Anyway, I feel I am in skilled hands with this surgeon! I was able to get going very soon after the last surgery so I don't expect to be slowed up much. I have gotten so I hate putting in the eye drops 4 times a day, but that's really nothing.

For those of you who have been following my troubles with an unstable neighbor, he now comes and goes at night, and I have not seen him at all, but he is still there. He is not going to feel too safe after such behavior. Another younger woman I had never seen before has knocked on my door looking for him. I think how dangerous it is for any woman to jump into an involvement after barely meeting someone. You could be going to bed with a maniac.
I was reckless a few times after I got my tubes tied and contemplated how many years I had had to be so cautious because of my compromised health. A pregnancy at the wrong time would have been dangerous. I was playing pool one night over on the west side in a pool bar that featured live bands and was tempted to stay after dark which I rarely did. A very attractive man in there offered to give me a ride home. I had talked to him and played pool with him, but as soon as I got in his car and started home with him, I realized he was a very dangerous man and that I had better make up my mind to have sex with him and like it, because if I resisted he was going to rape me. He was attractive enough that we managed to have a lot of laughs and enjoy ourselves, but I knew I had to get rid of him. He liked me well enough he kept coming back, and then he started suggesting he take my 15 year old daughter to go meet his 15 year old son!! That sent a cold chill through me. I learned through his remark he was actually staying with his ex-wife and their kids as he was just back in town, he said after working in Colorado. I told him I did not go with married men, so was able to terminate our relationship that way.
I had known his brother for a long time in the pool bar where I generally played after I came home from Revlon after work sometimes. He announced to the bar one day that his handsome brother Joe had been arrested for rape, that he had already served 5 years in prison for rape, and they would throw the book at him!
One night, a knock came on my door, and it was Joe. I didn't want to let him in, but he said he wanted to tell me what happened. He knew I was writing all the time and he had been wanting me to write his story. He came in and said that I probably knew by now he had been in prison for rape, which was where he had been instead of in Colorado working. He said he dated a beautiful young white girl after our encounters (he was Hispanic) and she resisted toward the end and he raped her. When she got out of the car, she yelled at him, "I will get you." She charged him with rape. He said he would not run. He probably belonged in prison maybe for his malady and he knew it.
But I will never forget how I knew almost instantly by how he moved that he was a violent man. That encounter was enough to make me a good deal more cautious about going with a guy so fast I met in a bar even though I loved to dance and loved to play pool. Still going to bars was always a risk and I finally gave it up. It wasn't worth the risks even though I had practiced a lot to become a good pool player.
My daughter has belonged to a dance club for 15 years where no alcohol is served. She takes classes and constantly tries to improve her skills for competitions, but women who love to dance are often at high risk who do not find such outlets.
In here I know that younger women often despair about ever meeting anyone, especially when disabled, and so are tempted by a handsome Casanova who moves in, like my neighbor.

Tomorrow cataract surgery!

I went today and got my eyes measured for the lens and received drops, and in the morning Doc and I will go forth on the fast transit to the eye center and after we have stayed there a couple of hours we will take a taxi home. My daughter will get there when she can. She has to lead a shot clinic tomorrow, but expects to be done in time possibly to take me back at 1:30 for a post op check, but if she can't make it, Doc and I will return in a taxi. The right eye will be done tomorrow and in a couple of weeks and a half he will do the other eye. My doctor has inspired confidence in me as he seems very experienced.
Tomorrow night my son Dan is coming by to check out my computer and see what can be done with it. I told him I thought Dante's downloads and the two viruses may have combined with Explorer 8 to raise heck with the pop ups like the photograph browser. Instead of going away they just drop to the bottom and when I try to get off the Internet it just keeps saying website recovered, there is a problem! Instead of showing the tab shut down. That's why I can't get off the Internet. I can add a blog entry like this, can comment, but more than likely those blogs won't go away. I can get and send mail on aol and gmail and I can write entries on my family site and it goes away. It is mostly with blogs that I have trouble. Oh yes I get stuck on Facebook right away and can't even move.
I have been visiting blogs down to Doc's where explorer 8 is working fine, maybe because I don't write my blog down there. And no grandkids are allowed!
Raymond has been writing up a storm on his blog Cowboys and Bohemians. I love this format, but my blog list is down to the bottom. My sister Ann is also blogging on Kanyonland King and my friend LaRena, Winter of Life. Sister Linda wrote a poem for New Years in Vooman's Voice. Hope to visit you all in a few days. Don't know how well I will be able to see a blog and when. Ha. See you soon.

Cataract Surgery coming right up

In keeping with my current philosophy of documenting all important events in our lives on camera I am talking in the video below about the date I made yesterday to have cataract surgery on the 6th of January. Doc is all for me having it Monday, so he won't have to listen to me dread it. He watched me on camera and realized I would be a trooper as I have always been when it comes to having something done I have dreaded for years. I admit I have avoided the eye doctor for going on 3 years. The doctor was shocked at what I called seeing fine. I guess I thought everything would suddenly go dark when my cataracts were ripe for surgery, but Doc is worse than I am believe me.
I have not avoided the general doctor we have in common as he has. He does not do blood tests. He does not even try to follow our good doctor's advice to stay healthy, but he is afraid to go without his blood pressure pills, so he has them fax the doctor for prescriptions. But my nurse sister went on the family site and asked us if we had had our yearly eye exam. Yearly? I did not know it was a crime in old age to go longer without an eye exam. But I have found out from her it is.
Isn't it enough to have had a CT scan? By the way my doctor has not reported whether I will live or die from that 'renal mass'. I will have to call next week before my nurse daughter Ronda has a spell. But the CT scanner said that if anything really crazy was going on I would probably hear that day. I take it from his euphemism that meant terminal. But nobody called then.
And oh god, I just had a bout with some soft water the manager decided to gift us with in our complex. It was so soft it felt slick in the shower without even soap. Well, I think I was allergic to it as my stomach is very sensitive. I can't even drink diet coke two days in a row. I started having pain over everything I ate. I thought if I get swine flu I am a goner, and with the help of my sister passed on and meditation I figured out the possible cause, drinking our own water, okayed by the city. All you need to do is leave your container out two days to remove the chlorine taste. But that was before softening was added to it. I bought Arrowhead and now I am starting to feel better. You see my sister's ovarian cancer metastisized into her intestines, so she knows what the bad stuff is all about. She died of it. She knew I needed help. So death has been averted, the cataract surgery challenge will be met, and Happy Thanksgivng.