Is it just me or are there more age related emails being passed around? You know those ones that say “You know you’re old if ….” I laugh with everyone else but I’m finding I’m also relating to the darn things. I could do a whole series of blogs on ‘getting older’ and I might, but I’m going to get serious in this one.
I’m no doubt the biggest baby when it comes to going to the doctor or even the dentist. The past few years, while enjoying good health, a few things are starting to show wear. If I were a car I’d be seriously thinking of trading in for a new one. Too bad bodies don’t work that way.
A few years ago at a routine eye exam I found out that I had cataracts. Forewarned that at sometime in the future I would need to have them removed I didn’t think too much of it. After all it was ‘sometime in the future’. Well the future arrived and true to form I fussed and worried and whined as the appointment for removal loomed, like a few weeks.
When The Day arrived, I had the first appointment of the day. They showed me to a large room that had curtained cubicles with recliner chairs. I didn’t have to undress. They took a few vital tests like blood pressure and the anesthesiologist came in to explain how he would deaden the eye and that I wouldn’t feel any pain from the operation. He also offered to give me something that would take the edge off. I was all for that.
A few minutes after he gave me a mild sedative in an IV, I got up and walked into the operating room where there was a bed. The anesthesiologist deadened the eye. There was some pain, it felt like when you eat ice cream too fast. He talked me through it so it wasn’t scary or even that painful. During the operation the doctor and nurse talked about an upcoming garlic festival and I even participated a little in the conversation. There was a grinding noise but the doctor forewarned me and again no anxiety. He had said it would be around a seven to ten minute procedure. I’m not sure how long it did take but I checked in at the receptionist at 7:30 and was turning into our driveway at 9:00.
As life goes this was a very very small bump in the road. I’m feeling very thankful to be living in the age of technology.
One more eye to go and true to form, and even after trying to help myself by writing this reminder that it wasn’t all that bad, I’ll start fussing in about two weeks from now. But maybe this time it will only be for a day or two.