cataract surgery
We left home a little early, about 6:30. I quickly fed the furries and chooks, had a chat with the dog and left. Joe motored a little too fast, at least the engine, with AC on, sounded strained. We went via Buchanan, a quieter rural drive that popped us onto the road leading SE of the town. I asked Joe to drop me in the town so's he could make tracks to work. Apparently he is learning about oxygen therapy in a two day first aid course.
The walk out to the hospital was pleasant, old Australian suburban feel. I would have liked a nice coffee, a rich long black, mmm.
At the little hospital I've been through Admissions and am now sat in a robe awaiting the call up. There are four others waiting, but Channel 9 is blaring from the tv, with bright colours, dramatic short stories, its distracting and disturbing.
17:38hrs. Job Done
Well I've been home for a feedand snooze and I feel stoked. The operation went well for two reasons according to the surgeon; the cataract was "a rock" large and solid blocking a lot of light, and secondly because the surgery went "really good". Afterwards the surgeon was giggling saying i should see better now.
So I'm stoked, but Im even happier because of my weight. When weighing in before the surgery I was happy, contented & impressed that since losing 14kg on the Camino 4 months ago i have not put weight on. Woohoo. 74kg!
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