I’ve just watched a short film which shocked me. Basically the movie captured the knifing by one human being of another. Shocking enough to see real footage of the live cutting of a human, but the knifor actually got the knifee in the eye.
I watched the youtube to prepare myself. Next week I will be the knifee. I’ve selected my knifor, a charming young woman who talks with me about books. If someone is going to poke a knife in your eye you might as well choose a good conversationalist. Because, they tell me, I’ll remain awake throughout the procedure in which she’ll remove my cataract.
Years ago I consulted a doctor about some red blood cells that had bobbed up in my urine. I felt well, I had no pain, the organ in question looked as good as ever it did. The doctor and I found ourselves in agreement: it’s probably not cancer. But we’d better take a look, he said. I agreed. The doctor then described the procedure of taking a look, a matter of tubes up my tube, a matter of lube within my tube…
Yes, but what about anaesthesia?
Don’t worry about that, said the doctor, we’ll use xylocaine jelly.
But I do worry about that. Put me out, please.
Don’t be a baby, said the doctor.
So I remained awake. Someone removed my undies. Dumpy middle-aged women wearing scrubs didn’t bother to glance, let alone admire, while the man, an awardee of the Order of Australia, travelled north through a passage that had known southbound traffic only. Electrifying.
I’ve been re-reading Philip Roth’s ‘American Pastoral’ in preparation for next week’s book chat. Next week, if I see my way clear, I’ll let you know how I go. Meanwhile if you enjoy a good vomit, google Cataract Surgery for the Layman you tube.
Good luck Doff.
I had cataracts removed from both eyes, and the old replaced with new lenses. Fabulous result, no need to wear reading glasses, happy as pie.
Do they make you wear one of those backless gowns?
I’ll report on all of it
I saw pretty coloured lights during my cataract surgery and didn’t feel a thing. Be brave!
A woman who has given birth while awake is braver than the bravest man
And I am not that man
I look forward ( how many of our everyday expressions refer to vision!) to the pretty lights