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.