Stalker62
Well-Known Member
Last year I went for my annual MOT.
The Optician said that I had developed cataracts. I wondered if this explained why I cry easily...


No. Not those cataracts, these cataracts...
Bugger.
This now made it clear (intended), why I had been struggling when driving at night. The oncoming headlights were dazzling, and I had been putting it down to 'modern' lamps in the headlights of other cars. How wrong can you be. If you are over 50 and experiencing the same 'issues', it may be worth a run out to your Optician.
Anyhoo.
Fast forward into this year, and I have now had, both eyes 'done'.

Now here is the thing.
When I had the second eye done, it was (I s**t you not) my birthday. Great.
Off I trot, and having already had one eye done, I know the score. It's not the best way to spend your birthday, but honestly, I have had worse.
As I lay on the operating table, I can hear music playing. This is (as you will know) standard.
As the surgeon straps me down, and starts hacking at my eye, I am suddenly aware of the song that they are playing...
My muffled comment, from under the sterile dressings, just caused the whole team to break into laughter...
"Playing a song by a blind man, in these circumstances is insensitive and has emotionally scarred me".
As a small token of my thanks for their skill and care; before I was kicked out of the door, I managed to pass over a decent bottle of red for the Surgeon, and a box of Belgian Chocolates for his team.
God love them.
So, if you have a spare hour in the upcoming weeks, perhaps...


The Optician said that I had developed cataracts. I wondered if this explained why I cry easily...

No. Not those cataracts, these cataracts...
Bugger.This now made it clear (intended), why I had been struggling when driving at night. The oncoming headlights were dazzling, and I had been putting it down to 'modern' lamps in the headlights of other cars. How wrong can you be. If you are over 50 and experiencing the same 'issues', it may be worth a run out to your Optician.
Anyhoo.
Fast forward into this year, and I have now had, both eyes 'done'.

Now here is the thing.
When I had the second eye done, it was (I s**t you not) my birthday. Great.
Off I trot, and having already had one eye done, I know the score. It's not the best way to spend your birthday, but honestly, I have had worse.
As I lay on the operating table, I can hear music playing. This is (as you will know) standard.
As the surgeon straps me down, and starts hacking at my eye, I am suddenly aware of the song that they are playing...
My muffled comment, from under the sterile dressings, just caused the whole team to break into laughter...
"Playing a song by a blind man, in these circumstances is insensitive and has emotionally scarred me".
As a small token of my thanks for their skill and care; before I was kicked out of the door, I managed to pass over a decent bottle of red for the Surgeon, and a box of Belgian Chocolates for his team.
God love them.
So, if you have a spare hour in the upcoming weeks, perhaps...

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