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.