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Mar. 25th, 2026 18:00Forty five mins or so before I go button up the chickens for the night. I like doing it but every morning and every evening there's a hour or more I'm obligated for. It throws off my schedule. But it will be over on Saturday when they get back so no big deal.
I wasn't feeling well today. No idea what. I ended up taking a deep, very deep, sleep nap and I felt much better. Just occasional weirdness. Part of it was reaction to the visit to the eye doc.
Today was visit number one to the eye surgeon. Consult for cataract. It went fine from their prospective. They did their machines. Took pictures, numbed my eyeball and measured it, all the stuff. They dilated to be sure I could not see everything that was happening. And then moved me onto the next station. It was very efficient. Later today I realized it was just like my induction into the Navy. Line up here, next, next, next. You'll be told when you are told.
I was out the ass end of the whole deal at surgery scheduling and signing papers that I even now do not know what they said. Sign here to say we told you this or that or whatever. One of the papers said right eye. I asked the lady to stop the show for a moment while I commented on the situation. I told her that after going to five different rooms, half a dozen people whose names flew past, did this, held still for that, all very efficient and made to move the masses along, no one had yet used the word cataract. Nor had they said that I had one in my right eye. I had said I did, I had told them that I had one in my right eye and one emerging in my left but not one person had used all that incredibly expensive equipment and training and organization to say it back to me. The word was never used. My status was never discussed. Just Next, Next, wait here for scheduling surgery.
Turned out I was talking to the office manager. She was really nice and apologized when I said I felt like I was on a conveyer belt designed for their benefit and efficiency. She looked at my chart and told me how things stood. Right eye needs sugerying. Left will likely need it soon. No real surprise.
An hour later I got a call from the doctor who left a message apologizing and asking me to call him back on this, his personal phone and he would be glad to talk about how things stood. I did call him back and, of course, got his voice mail. I was gacious having made my point.
The whole thing was a bit exhausting but I've got a surgery date. April 14. They have a TWO hour pre-surgery appointment two weeks before for what I do not know. What the hell can take two hours. Probably sitting around waiting to be the next widget.
Cataract surgery has become routine. I MEAN really routine.
I wasn't feeling well today. No idea what. I ended up taking a deep, very deep, sleep nap and I felt much better. Just occasional weirdness. Part of it was reaction to the visit to the eye doc.
Today was visit number one to the eye surgeon. Consult for cataract. It went fine from their prospective. They did their machines. Took pictures, numbed my eyeball and measured it, all the stuff. They dilated to be sure I could not see everything that was happening. And then moved me onto the next station. It was very efficient. Later today I realized it was just like my induction into the Navy. Line up here, next, next, next. You'll be told when you are told.
I was out the ass end of the whole deal at surgery scheduling and signing papers that I even now do not know what they said. Sign here to say we told you this or that or whatever. One of the papers said right eye. I asked the lady to stop the show for a moment while I commented on the situation. I told her that after going to five different rooms, half a dozen people whose names flew past, did this, held still for that, all very efficient and made to move the masses along, no one had yet used the word cataract. Nor had they said that I had one in my right eye. I had said I did, I had told them that I had one in my right eye and one emerging in my left but not one person had used all that incredibly expensive equipment and training and organization to say it back to me. The word was never used. My status was never discussed. Just Next, Next, wait here for scheduling surgery.
Turned out I was talking to the office manager. She was really nice and apologized when I said I felt like I was on a conveyer belt designed for their benefit and efficiency. She looked at my chart and told me how things stood. Right eye needs sugerying. Left will likely need it soon. No real surprise.
An hour later I got a call from the doctor who left a message apologizing and asking me to call him back on this, his personal phone and he would be glad to talk about how things stood. I did call him back and, of course, got his voice mail. I was gacious having made my point.
The whole thing was a bit exhausting but I've got a surgery date. April 14. They have a TWO hour pre-surgery appointment two weeks before for what I do not know. What the hell can take two hours. Probably sitting around waiting to be the next widget.
Cataract surgery has become routine. I MEAN really routine.