I have my assessment with the eye surgeon tomorrow. That was fast, wasn't it? Apparently my appointment was originally scheduled for late April, but somehow I got moved up the queue. I hope no one died.
I am getting quite excited about being able to see clearly again. I just have to convince the surgeon that my case is more urgent than the blue-hairs'. I think the fact that I would actually have pretty good vision, were it not clouded by cataracts, gives me an edge. That, and my extreme youth, apparently.
Of course this means that I can no longer attend the inauguration ceremonies in Washington tomorrow, but hopefully Big O and Mich will understand.