It gives all new meaning to eye apeel!


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.

Age is as age does — sort of.


Some say that age is a state of mind.

Rubbish!

If that were true then every fifteen year old in the world would be as grown up as he or she thinks himself or herself to be.

Age is what it is. If you’re 50, even if you think you’re 40, guess what — you’re still 50!

Some say they feel like a kid even when they look more like a kid’s grandpa or grandma. I get it. Everyone wants to feel younger, healthier, more agile, quicker, slimmer, sharper, happier. Some of us, though, want to be and feel who we are, how we are, when we are.

It’s okay to be 50 when you’re 50 and, yes Junior, it’s okay to be 15 when you’re 15.

Enjoy life as it comes and embrace every age as it happens.

It’s all good.