Lenny has always been one of my favourites. And now we share a mortal fear of pudding.
Recovery from cataract surgery is actually going exceedingly smoothly. Too smoothly, perhaps; I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. But after spending the night decked out in my sassy pirate eye patch, trying hard not to roll over onto my side since that is strictly forbidden, I awoke to a clarity of vision that was almost startling. Of course I mean in the literal sense. Figuratively speaking, my vision is as muddy as ever.
Colours are so vibrant now that they are almost painful to look at. No longer does red look like purple which looks like brown which is pretty similar to blue. Every object has a crisply defined edge. It's like someone has removed that bug-splattered windshield. I keep wandering around the house exclaiming "look at the leaves on that tree over there, I just read the newspaper without reading glasses!" And a little less enthusiastically "I never realized I had that many wrinkles". I knew there had to be a downside.
It wasn't all grins and giggles, though. Aside from the ooginess of the surgery itself, which I will spare you, I had the Spousal Unit steal my patient-who-must-be-cared-for status from under my feet, when he had a rather dramatic little seizure episode during the post-operative home care discussion. A simple vasovagal response to ooginess was the anesthesiologist's diagnosis, but a plummeting pulse and cold clamminess meant that the SU got the gold star treatment. Heart monitor, bp cuff, saline drip, and everyone falling all over themselves to participate in a real medical emergency, livened up the morning for the eye clinc staff. Meanwhile I sat there half blind, hoping that someone would remember to administer the eye drops which were the cause of all the kerfuffle in the first place.
Some people just aren't happy unless they are the centre of attention.
After a 45 minute monitoring of the Spousal Unit's vital signs, during which time he and the anesthesiologist swapped fly fishing stories, we were released into the world. Mr Fainty and the Blind Girl, driving home.
Can't wait to see what happens when they slice up the other eyeball next week.