A Progress Report
Since my cataract surgery, I’ve been saying “But Wait” to myself a lot.
“But wait! Don’t you have to put your glasses on before you can see to walk around the house?”
“But wait! Don’t you have to take your contact lenses out before you put those eye drops in?”
“But wait! You mean to tell me those green socks you wore to match your green jammies have been light blue all the time?” (And what other surprises lurk in my sock drawer?)
Apparently, I’ve been walking around in a soft, sepia fog for many years. (This isn’t a particularly bad thing for a writer of historical fiction, though.)
On the other hand, I used to say, “But wait! Wasn’t that your turn?” as I whizzed past the place where I was supposed to turn. But now I can read those street signs from half a block away.
So after my cataract surgeries, I’ve had to make small, odd mental adjustments to the changes in my vision. But I also have to admit that I’ve probably never seen as well as I do now.