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I kept another post-op appointment at the VA Hospital today. The surgeon took the stitch out of my right eye. I subtly campaigned to get an appointment to do the other eye as soon as possible, and started working a mojo with the first nurse or technician who answered the call. As it turned out, she was the same nurse who attended to me before the first operation.
That's how every appointment starts with the VA clinics. A nurse bring you into her office, asks you where it hurts, and takes your vital signs. I deliberately asked this woman if I could get the procedure done on my left eye soon, and she told me that it was impossible for me to get the operation. She said I wasn't ready, but she made it sound as if I were not worthy of having the procedure done. I believed her. Why would I not believe her? She worked there with the doctors and surgeons all the time.
She was wrong about my first operation. Maybe she just wanted to feel important. Despite her grandiose speculating, the surgeon agreed to do the original right-eye procedure with very little provocation. So, today, it didn't surprise me that if he wasn't all that hard to convince into performing the procedure on my left eye. He modestly let it be known in no uncertain terms that he was the decision maker, not his staff.
The surgeon almost immediately arranged for me to have the procedure done in two weeks. Two weeks? That's much sooner than the six weeks another nurse/technician in the surgical clinic said was the usual time spread in between doing both eyes.
I was real happy the surgeon decided to go ahead and do the procedure on the other eye, although there is still something very sad about it. It's so final. There is no going back. What if it should fail? I'd be blind in one eye, but not in the other. The surgeon said today that the surgery he did Tuesday last was successful.
He doesn't expect me to have any trouble from what he's seen so far. Yet, just after that, he went into the boilerplate disclaimers about all the possibilities of what could happen with any surgery. I could die. I've heard it all before. It doesn't matter. Eventually, we all gotta get sick of something and die. It's the only way to fly.
It really makes me happy to find out NASA is folding. What a big waste of money for the sake of political propaganda. There is nothing to be accomplished by space exploration. We didn't use space ships to get to Earth, and we won't need space ships to leave. As usual, we'll find ourselves out in the middle of nowhere and run outta fuel. That ain't how we roll.
I got really sick off last night from some of the water kefir I made. It was the second time I've been deathly ill. I gotta stop using water kefir. I'm not having any problems with my milk kefir, but me and the water kefir are proving together that we are not going to be the best of friends.
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