Once again, the topic falls to the fact that a whole lot of us are getting older. Not my favorite topic, but I am here to talk about it, so that is a bonus.
I see classmates losing their parents. I see them losing siblings and having family members with illnesses that can’t be cured or prevented. I feel their pain. It is something we all go through. It isn’t easy, and the part when you lose someone is inevitable. I lost my folks when I was fairly young, and I do envy people who have their parents to enjoy when they arrive at age 60.
Something else I took for granted until recently was my eyesight. My Grandpa had what the family called night blindness. It seemed to start when he was in his 20-30’s, and by the time I was born, he was blind. As a young man out courting, he had a horse and buggy. The horse knew the way home, so his lack of vision was somewhat solved. At least these are the stories I remember.
Like most people I started wearing glasses in my 40’s and progressed to contact lenses later in life. I assumed the cataracts, glaucoma and other elderly problems were for other folks.
I was the unexpected recipient of an eye laceration this spring. It seems this sort of thing is usually caused by a tree branch while mowing or some other sort of yard work. Mine, however, was caused by a pet falling off of the headboard onto my bed.
Before you say “get rid of the pet” let me tell you — that isn’t going to happen.
I went through a couple of months of visits to an eye specialist and finally the whole thing was healed and resolved.
So I thought.
I have seen more tools used on eyes than I never want to be exposed to again. I have seen things that could be written into books about torture. double agents and prisoners of war come to mind.
On a recent trip to the local minute clinic, while discussing my spring optical adventures, the receptionist asked me if I had ever had the oil glands in my eyes cleaned out. I said ‘no.’
Well never say ‘no’ without knocking on wood. My eye doctor is good – no he is great, but I am ready for all this to be done. I want no more optical procedures. I want no more visits to offices where the staff is starting to recognize me and bring me bottled water. I want no more sharp objects near my eyes, and instructions on how to restore my eye lid oils.
I want to wear only my contact lenses and occasionally some cheaters for tiny print. I am thankful I can see. I am glad to have a great doctor looking out for my vision.
Take care of your sight. Get your eyes checked. Follow all directions. Wear sunglasses at least when mowing or trimming outside.
And most of all, keep your cat from sleeping on the headboard to your bed.
I’m not getting any younger; but I’m still here