In a time I call BHE (Before Husband Era), a man who loved me held my hand and said, “Cathy, when you look at me with those big brown eyes, how can I ever say no to you?!” Never mind the man, the context or the reply. Those big brown eyes are causing problems these days – not relationship problems, but vision issues.
At a recent eye exam the doctor asked me if I had any concerns. So I told him about my eye fatigue when driving for more than 30 minutes and how tired my eyes felt after a few minutes at the computer. And, yes, when reading books I have to kinda hold my left lid up a bit to improve the field of vision.
“Hmmmm,” he said. Never a good response from a doc. Something catastrophic? He needs more time to think? Clueless? No, ptosis or eyelid drooping, an actual diagnosis of a medical condition with a surgical cure.
“What if you cut through my lid and slit my eyeball?” I asked.
The doc explained: humans have five layers of eyelid and he will cut through three of them. But when he said something about tinkering in there, and no chance of an eyeball slit since he will put metal shields over my actual eyeballs, I stopped listening because I wanted to throw up.
“Cathy, many people actually come to me and pay for this procedure as a cosmetic improvement. You need it to see and function better and you need both eyes done,” he said.
So, this morning my man of HE (Husband Era) will drive me to the outpatient surgery center, where I will undergo a little local anesthesia, hopefully preceded by strong, relaxing drugs, and then a little tinkering will lift my eyelids up.
How will this event turn out? I guess I’ll see.
(S-R archive photo)