Avoided Surgery Today

The follow up eye appt. went well. I don't apparently need surgery for the time being. Which is good. Hopefully I won't need it for a while if ever. The cataract in my left eye is still developing but I do feel a little better now that I don't have to freak out about surgery.

On the other hand it was kind of nice motivation towards doing some of the stuff I wanted to do, like finishing writing the two bits that I currently have in outline. Hopefully I won't lose the motivation.

Fun day of bright lights tomorrow

Last thurs. I had a normal check up with my eye doctor. Technically it wasn't with him since he was out of town but rather with the new doctor who joined his practice. So I go in and see him and after an hour of eye drops to dilate my eyes and twenty minutes of shining lights so bright they're physically painful into my eyes he tells me that I might have scar tissue building in my left eye that may require surgery.

Tomorrow (tues.) morning I have to go over to the office again because the doctor I normally see is back in town, so he'll do a consult and see whether or not I need surgery. And if I do need surgery, I'm not really sure what that entails. It won't be a simple laser job. It means time on the operating table and probably a couple of weeks being useless while I recover.....again.

In the mean time, I'm supposed to be picking Ryen up from summer school every friday, I've got projects for work that need to get done and I'd like to start writing more again. I have a nice idea for a bit about how doctor's are essentially just drug dealers with a license and how if Pfizer could patent the coca plant, you'd see the Crack Ho' Diet Pill be the next big think in American fat ass loss.

but we find out tomorrow if it means more surgery or if it means more of the same. I guess there's never any good time to have surgery right? I mean nobody wakes up one day and says, "you know, today would be the perfect time for appendicitis." Or, something like "I think I would book in that bypass next month, right before the business trip to Dallas." The possible exception to that is a lobotomy which is a procedure I'm pretty sure every fucking business suit out there gets on a bi-weekly basis just to stay on top of their game.

Spelling Bee dream

I had an odd dream last night about being in a competative spelling bee, but it wasn't like a normal spelling bee. There were all sorts of different spelling related tasks like hand copying something mispelled and correcting and a bunch of other stuff I can't remember. For some odd reason one of my old engineering professors was sort of like the "coach" for our team. Not sure how that plays in. Regardless, I was getting my ass kicked in every competition. Not that it was surprising. I remember everybody else around me practicing and I wasn't doing anything other than relaxing. Everybody was bugging me about training and practicing and whatnot, but I basically had to the attitude of 'screw it.'

So in the end I was getting my ass handed to me in every event, every competition I was dead last but some of the tasks were so mundane and irreverent, I'm not sure if I was getting angry about the stupidity of the tasks or the fact that I was losing. by the end of it I wanted to stand up and say something like "I give up, I fully admit that I am outclassed by everybody here at each and every one of these lame ass events. I congratulate all of you on your incredible spelling abilities and since none of you geeks has any other useful talents, I would like ot offer the winner a job as my secretary when you find out that nobody in the real world gives half a shit about the etemology of a word when the spellchecker on word can make sure it's correct when I type it into a report."

But that was right when I woke up.