Luck

It’s my eyes. Yep, them eyes up there in the pic, they’ve got ’em — cataracts!

Turns out my peepers have had them for a long time but now they’re to the point that surgery is needed. Hmmm. Not sure how I feel about that.

On the one hand, it would be nice to be able to see better and, let’s face it, if my vision gets much worse I won’t be able to get contacts to correct it anymore. I mean that thin little disc of plastic can only do so much. And, the only other option is glasses that are thicker than Coke bottles.

On the other hand — cutting into my eyeballs — scary.

What to do?

To add to my dilemma, there are even more decisions to make. For example, which kind of lens implant do I get? I have trouble deciding which book to read. How am I ever going to decide which lens implant I need?

Help!

I know. Let’s take a poll! What do you think I should do?

Okay, here’s the options:

Option 1: Single focus lenses that will allow me to see distance but I’ll still need glasses for reading.

Option 2: Single focus lenses that correct a different problem for each eye. (I’m far-sighted in one and near-sighted in the other.) I tried this route with my first contacts. It worked but was a bit weird to get used to.

Option 3: Multi-focal lenses, what I have now, that correct both vision problems and I may or may not need glasses to read really, really fine print. (Does anybody read that stuff anyway?) I’ve had multi-focal contacts for about three years and love ’em. No problem getting used to them either.

Can’t guarantee I’ll actually do what the poll says I should do. I mean we do still have free will on this planet and, besides, I hardly ever do what anyone else says.

Anyway, thanks for participating — if you did.

If you didn’t, please do.

I mean, haven’t you ever wanted a chance to shape the future of another human being’s eyeballs?

Gives you the willies doesn’t it?

Me too.

I like to play Scrabble.

Some games, though, I just can’t seem to get a break. You know what I mean? It’s those games when all you get are one-point letters.

It seems to happen the most when I play on-line with an old friend from high school — she beats my socks off regularly.

I’m convinced she plays with a Scrabble dictionary at her fingertips. If she doesn’t, I’m in deeper %^&@Q$% than I thought. She also gets all — I mean ALL — the letters with higher points. She’s the luckiest Scrabble player I’ve ever come across and I’ve played a lot of Scrabble.

She’s pretty smart too, so there’s that.

I beat her every now and then, but it ain’t easy.

Sad. Very sad.

I did catch a break a few days ago, while playing at my sister’s house. Somehow, I managed to get a 7-letter word with an X on a double letter and the last letter of the word on a triple word for a total of 125 points.

It will never happen again — promise.

When I was younger, and much more innocent, I thought Scrabble was all about making neat words and having fun.

Un-uh. It’s all about the points, baby!