Alright kids, I am now equipped with two super-duper bionic eyes that make me feel like I've never felt before even as a kid. I CAN ACTUALLY SEE! Woo hoo! Only need glasses for reading and am popping into Walmart to pick up a cheap pair today. So far absolutely no complications from surgery. I had some fun on surgery day with a few people in the waiting room with a weird sense of humor like mine ending up laughing our faces off to the shagrin of those around us, the anaesthesiologist with which I had a conversation about natural relaxants like camomile tea, one of the nurses who marked my left eye in the shape of a flower, and, since I was the last patient for surgery that day, my specialist. Kept asking him if he wasn't in a post-lunch sugar crash, did he need a nap?, how was his energy level? All in all a great day and perfect success.
Next doctor to torture me will be my dentist as I broke off a piece on one of my molars. Just wish I had had a bit of peace between tortures. Ah, the joys of getting older.