One Kind of Surgery You Don’t Need to Fear

Last week my husband, Dave, and I had eye doctor appointments. We went on different days, because our eyes were going to be dilated, and someone had to be able to drive home. My appointment was on Tuesday and his was on Wednesday.

Poor Dave ended up waiting for a long time. The office overbooks, so we sat there for a half an hour past my appointment time before I was called. Then there were all kinds of tests, the drops in my eyes, and more tests. Finally, there was choosing my new frames. I have excellent taste, so my glasses are always expensive, and I insist on transition lenses, so I always have my sunglasses with me, and my ego demands no-line bifocals, also extra. By the time I was ready to go, Dave had been waiting for quite a while. He was happy to see me.

The next day was his turn, but I had learned my lesson, so I just dropped him off and went home. I knew it had taken about three hours for me, so I planned on going to pick him up about fifteen minutes before I thought he’d be done. I was in the middle of a phone call with my sister when I realized it was past time to go, and my phone rang a couple of times as I was driving, but I don’t have Bluetooth, so I never answer the phone when I’m driving. When I got to the eye office, Dave was waiting in the parking lot. His appointment hadn’t taken nearly as long as mine. I asked if it was because he hadn’t picked out new frames. He informed me that not only didn’t he need new frames; he wasn’t going to need glasses at all. He needed cataract surgery. He…