Maria just called from the retinologist’s office – the operation is on for tomorrow morning at 9 am. (She tells me this at 5 o’clock in the afternoon today. This is most offputting as yesterday she called and set the date for coming Tuesday morning, so I rearranged teaching schedule for the next 5 days, and now that has to be re-arranged, yet again!)
I so dread this operation. The thought of having my eyeball cut into is most distressing and quite disgusting to even contemplate. The surgeon is a tall man with really big hands – might he have a dextrous and delicate touch? But I must not obsess about this – what will happen will happen!
The good news is even though “Rumpole” cannot drive me to the hospital, as he has a court date in the valley, in the opposite direction from the big downtown hospital where the surgery is to be, my neighbour will drive me there. He is a respiratory tech whose shift begins at 7 am at this hospital, a considerable drive from our neighbourhood. So, door to door service is nice, not to be sneered at! This is certainly a better and more convenient way to travel to an operation than for someone who lives in a country where medical resources are scarce or may be difficult to access. I feel incredibly fortunate to live in a place rich in medical services, and in which these services are financially possible to receive due to universal health insurance!
At the end of his workday, “Renaissance Man” will commute with me back home tomorrow. During the drive home, I can practice being a piratical, jaunty older woman, with my temporary eye-patch, and get caught up with current happenings with “RM’s” life.