You know the old maxim, after a major loss don't make any big life decisions for awhile. Well... I didn't. I decided I needed to use the money I had received from my mom as part of her estate recently to spend it on eye surgery. It's a little much to handle. I mean, having eye surgery would be difficult to manage if everything was going well.
I can't see really well. I'm in between my two eye surgeries. My depth perception is off. Stairs especially are difficult. I probably shouldn't be driving. One is has great far vision but no up close. The other eye has no vision at all, and when I use readers to read up close, everything is very large. This is disorienting to me.
As a teacher, I'm getting a little stressed because I can't see anything up close, and one eye working. This is an exercise in patience and due diligence. My favorite mantra is getting used daily: One Thing at a Time.
I know I will have the other eye operated on in two days. It's coming. Met with the doctor this morning about what kind of a correction we wanted to do on this second eye. I told him how I was not able to see up close and this was hard as a teacher (not to mention trying to play guitar or read music or read for that matter). His words were ominous: Sometimes we have to make choices. We have to decide. I can't have both near and far vision. I picked the option of seeing better up close. So that's what we're going to do. Minus 1 diopter. I can use readers to see ultra fine print and/or bifocals, which I'll also need for night driving.
I understand this. I have to decide. God willing, I've made the right decision.
