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Day of Reckoning

 

Ah, savoring my second cup of hot, steaming coffee – not!

Since my last entry, I have been confounded by more layoffs, buyouts, demotions, pay cuts, family breakdowns, facial pain, boxer’s ear, and dense asteroid hyalosis.

Today, before eight in the morning, I ate a breakfast of black coffee, orange juice, and an English muffin with jelly. I cannot eat or drink anything else until my scheduled three-in-the-afternoon vitrectomy to remove my dense asteroids.

For a long time I have peered out my right eye through a web of thin shadowy screen-like threads. The feeling is akin to having water droplets on glasses.

I had assumed that this was another revolting development I would need to adjust to for the rest of my life. I had, that is, until I went to an optometrist, ophthalmologist, and a retina specialist after experiencing an intensity of spots over the summer.

For the facial pain, I have recently begun to take another medication added to the others that I take for prior revolting mental and physical developments.

The boxer’s ear brought me to an ear, nose, and throat doctor who surgically removed the fluid gorged in my right ear a couple of weeks ago.

And this afternoon, I get to experience more of the wonders of modern medicine. Unfortunately, a vitrectomy assures the growth of a cataract, so I will be privileged to return for more operations in the coming year.

Fortunately, a beam of sunshine pierced these storm clouds.

My third grandchild, Charlotte Rose, was born a week ago. Elizabeth, the first, and Matteo, the second, and now Charlotte are the joys of my life.  Without them, my wife, children, family, soul-mate comrade, and professional and social colleagues, I would be reckoned a wreck.

The Eyes Have It

My eyes reflect much of my emotional outlook.  Of late, my right eye is cloudier than a stormy sky. Reading is difficult due to all the spots and tangled cobwebs interfering with the print on the white background of the page.  Today, after having seen an ophthamologist, I have an appointment with a retina specialist. No doubt I will be told that it is part of my aging and that there is nothing that can be done.  Another revolting development one has to learn to live with.