When it Rains, it Pours...

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I know a number of you have read my post about COVID and my grandson that has it living with us, but I didn't mention what started before that. I went to get new glasses and the place where I usually get them told me to see my eye doctor before getting anything. As it turned out, I ended up with two surgeries for cataracts. I was shocked as I never expected that. I knew I needed new glasses but was not prepared for an operation on my eyes, much less, two operations. Since I was a little girl, I was always afraid of going blind as a friend of my parents was blind and I saw him a lot. The second operation was a month after the first one. The operation was a piece of cake as I was asleep since I left the prep room and woke up when it was over. I didn't know what hit me. I had to be in the operating room by 6am and left there around noon. No pain or after effects. It was easier than I ever expected it to be. The worst thing about the whole experience was what came after. My husband had to put many drops in my eyes a few times a day for a few weeks. He is very organized and had charts all over the table keeping track of how many drops went in each eye a few times a day. One of the meds burned so bad but I got through it. Now, everyday, I am seeing things I thought were different colors than they really are. I am driving everyone crazy as I keep telling everyone what I am seeing and they just laugh at me. I never thought at 79 years old I would be so impressed with the NEW ME. My biggest highlight of the things I see clearly now is my Cockatiel. He is so beautiful and I am always playing with him and I am probably driving him crazy. Happy to say, the eye drops are done now so my husband got rid of all the charts on the dining room table.