New body parts

So…I am now minus another body part and the recipient of something human-made replacing it.

A few months ago an optometrist informed me that I had cataracts. That was the reason my long-distance vision had gotten so terrible and also the reason I suddenly (it seemed) could read again without reading glasses. It was a perfect example that sometimes you win some and sometimes you lose some.  I couldn’t recognize a friend a half block away but I could read labels in the grocery store – as long as I was close enough that is.

When the optometrist who examined my eyes told me about the cataracts, I was surprised and disappointed. I had already spent quite a bit of time looking at all the frames available and had found a pair I liked and was looking forward to wearing them.

“No new glasses for you,” he said. “I’ll write a referral for you to have your eyes checked at a place that treats cataracts.” And so he did.

The eye doctor at the eye specialist place did his own examination of my eyes and confirmed that, yes, I was the possessor of two cloudy, yellowish, thickened lenses through which I was looking and that it was time to have them fixed. Actually they don’t really fix them. Like a broken, worn-out brake pad in your car that needs to be replaced, they just remove the old worn out lens and put in a new one – made of plastic.

Once I started telling people that I had cataracts (because I am a blabber mouth and tell people things like that) I discovered that so many of the people I knew had already had the procedure done. Cataract surgery is one of the most common types of surgery done worldwide and supposedly its success rate is about 99 percent. Cataracts start developing around age 60, and the average age for cataract surgery in the United States is 73. That explains why so many of the people I know have had it done – a lot of my friends are 60+ and it seems that I fit right in that age box, being just one year short ot the average age.

So today was the day. I showered in the morning, made sure to wear clothes not covered in cat fur, scrubbed my face well and refrained from wearing any eye makeup. Håkan drove me to the building where my appointment was. I was actually pretty glad he did that – that way I didn’t have to go out in public makeup-less.

First the nurse comes over and puts drops in my eye and then you just sit and wait. A little while later she comes back and puts more drops in. And then a third time she comes with her small eye drop bottle and waters my eye once more. The nurse then asked me if I would like to have something to calm me. I said yes and she came back with a plastic shot glass containing a tiny slurp of clear liquid – barely enough to swallow. It tasted like grapefruit juice and left a bitter taste in my mouth. By this time my pupil was humongous – could barely see any iris at all.  The waiting room had about 5 other people when I arrived. Most of them sitting there with blue plastic on their shoes and white paper caps on their heads. One of the patients was very chatty and she got us all talking as we sat there with nothing to do except wait for our pupils to expand. I of course jumped right into the conversations through feeling a bit self-conscious with my American accent. Everyone was in my general age group and all were there to have a cataract replaced. It was nice to be in a talkative waiting room – friendly.

Finally after almost an hour of waiting around, the surgeon came and lead me into the operating room. It looked like a dentist office with a big, bright green chair. After scrubbing my face with alcohol they put a sterile cloth of some kind on my face leaving my eye uncovered and went to work. Ultrasound is used to break up the faulty lens and then the surgeon takes out the pieces thru a small incision. Sitting there in the green chair, I couldn’t tell what was going on but as she worked on my eye I was seeing the most amazing psychedelic light show – pretty cool and didn’t hurt a bit. And then she slipped in the new lens, sloshed lots of liquid in my eye and was finally done. The nurse suggested I get a cup of coffee and sit in the waiting room for a bit till I felt ok to leave. Håkan came and picked me up and we drove home.

Since my eye upgrade, I’ve noticed that the color of the world as seen with my undoctored eye and the color seen thru my new lens is very different. I had gotten used to the yellowish tint that the cloudy lens had cast over everything I looked at. My new body part makes everything look bluer and brighter. In a few weeks I’ll have them fix the other eye too. I am looking forward to a bright new world with my new body parts. And a new pair of glasses.