It is a very heavy, yet kind, cool but not cold rain that I am watching out the window of an apartment in Vienna, dripping from the leaves of maple trees in the courtyard and making me wish I was, instead, in a remote cabin with a crackling woodstove. It is one of my favorite weathers, despite my efforts to love all weathers equally (I generally cannot get into irritating wind or glaring sunlight, although few weathers beat a rowdy thunderstorm, which we had an hour or so ago).

Wore RayBans everywhere at all hours until today, after misplacing them yesterday. Oh well they will turn back up eventually.
Had eye test and final post-op exam by dr. last week, am about 1 diopter at both ends, near-sighted and far-sighted. I can get by without glasses but will probably get bifocals/trifocals for that extra clarity. But am not in any big hurry.
Might go to a spectacle emporium tomorrow after work, if time permits.

In unrelated news, I hobeled the tip of my finger with a Krauthobel (do an internet search for it if you are unfamiliar with the tool, I decided not to link an image due to the effervescence of the Internet; Krauthobel translates literally as cabbage planer) while shredding cabbage for a salad yesterday so now I have to manually unlock my phone by typing in my code until the fingerprint grows back.

Laptop also.

In more unrelated news, the “let all that shit go” school of buddhism is looking increasingly attractive.

Final news: I saw Pamelia Stickney in concert Saturday evening, running the Moog theremin (which she helped develop) through three loopers, it was eye-opening in the good way. And she is an exceedingly charming person.

Vision comes and goes. Bit blurry in an i’m-gonna-need-glasses way at times, then quite sharp in a hope-it’ll-stay-like-this way. Was quite sharp yesterday, started out good today then got worse. I wear RayBans all the time to keep out the dust and medium-spicy red Thai curry sauce (which stung some but not as much as I imagine the quite spicy green variety does). Eyes at time feel they’re vibrating, which I don’t imagine is good, but no pain except when I put in the eyedrops, and that is mild, maybe a 2 in the scheme of things.

Life goes on. Alpha, Beta and Gamma are in Ireland in the ancestral stomping grounds (West/Northwest). They have adopted a cat in their cottage. I am home alone with our cats, but not allowed to pet them due to they have hair that could theoretically get in my eyes. Last night we couldn’t stand it any more and I petted them. We were all very happy, like people finally allowed to pet after not being allowed to pet for a long time.

I got over my post-operative mania, and my post-mania dark depression and am now simply frustrated like a normal person that I may not engage in vigorous physical activity down to bending over, exercising, carrying anything mildly heavy, or anything. But that will pass. That’s life. Fingers crossed for exam at end of month to see whether I need glasses and what kind.

That is all.

This is sort of a “part two” to my previous post from last November (!), so I will sort of pick up where that left off, briefly outlining the stuff that resulted in me skipping this year’s Limerick Contest (sorry!) but OTOH seeing more clearly. In this picture you see what I have been wearing around since last Wednesday, as a kind of “old person’s festival bracelet,” if by “old person’s festival” you mean “hospital stay.”

(Oh wow, the intern just walked into my office. Didn’t know he was still around. In fact, I had totally forgotten all about his existence. Like some Netflix series based on some comic book involving alternate universes and young people. But I am your intern! What I have an intern? I don’t have any intern. Call security! Klaxon.)

(So maybe it’s good that i am writing this in order to remember it, as a friend suggested).

So anyway. Around the end of the previous post I got a virus. When that was over I went bouldering with Gamma again, fell, and wrenched my injured shoulder in such a way that it seems to have popped back into place, much improving mobility and reducing pain.

Weird.

Then the sweetest man in the world, my father-in-law, passed away.

Then some other stuff.

Then I got the virus that my father-in-law had… that had played a role in his death, RSV, and was really sick and at times very worried and couldn’t go to Rome with Beta which we had been planning for months. Then my wife, who was taking care of me, got it because it’s 100% contagious. And we raced against time to recover before my cataract operation (hence the bracelet in the first picture).

And all this time, I couldn’t even feel sorry for myself, because even worse things were happening to other people all the time. (I could feel sorry for myself, I just had to pretend not to.)

So anyway my wife recovered from her virus in time to drive me to the hospital for my procedure. Here in Austria, it seems as if instead of offering that procedure at every hospital, they concentrate it in a few hospitals per province, resulting in specialized eye clinics and a kind of conveyor belt experience, like the I Love Lucy episode with Lucy working at the candy factory except you are the candy and Lucy is an experienced cataract specialist who is not overwhelmed.

Everyone we know who had undergone the procedure had only good things to say about it. (After the operation, of course, my wife told me all the negative stories she had withheld from me previously so I wouldn’t worry.) So I was looking forward to it, but also really scared because this involved my eyes being cut open, the lenses removed, and replaced with artificial lenses.

Due to my Internet research (Reddit, mostly) I expected my initial consultation at the eye clinic to include a conversation where we talked about all the different lenses available, but basically all they said was Here’s a prescription for eye drops come back in a week for your operation.

I would get the public health system lenses and probably need reading glasses but be good for distance if I was lucky.

So anyway a week went by where I was basically afraid all the time and worse things happened to friends and loved ones then we went to the clinic and they took me into a room and gave me the bracelet and asked me when my birthday was (soon! Really curious what they’re going to send me!) and my name and if I was able to lie down on my back for 15 minutes at a time and I was like, yeah no problem, thinking, my dude I lie on my back all night long.

Time goes slowly when you’re lying there scared and excited at the same time and wanting to get something over with. A guy in his seventies (judging from his birthday) came in for the same procedure. A 94 year old woman (judging from her birthday) came in. When they asked her if she could lie on her back for 30 minutes, she said, My dude I lie on my back all night! and I laughed more loudly than I should have and everyone looked at me.

Anyway there were a bunch of other candies waiting there with me for the conveyer belt. Then my turn came.

I got a bunch of eye drops to anesthetize my eyes and disinfect, but nothing to paralyze my eye muscles and this really worried me, like this was my primary worry, that my eyes would woggle or goggle during the operation and my eyes would be wrecked and it would be all my fault. This was the core of my anxiety the entire time, plus my eyes were going to be cut open and pieces removed and switched out.

This operation is nothing for claustrophobes. I mean, I am basically a claustrophile and even I found it unpleasant to have a rubber mat adhered to my face with a little window that opened over the eye while a nurse asked me my name and birthday and verified that We were doing both eyes today. And where is my surname from (Ireland). And what brings me to Austria and other small talk.

And I’m like, I can move my eyes, how do I keep from moving my eyes during the operation? And they’re like, Just stare into the blinding light and also we have this anti-blinking clamp we screw into your eyeball like in Clockwork Orange.

I for one am really surprised there hasn’t been a remake of Clockwork Orange yet, and simultaneously relieved there hasn’t. Can you imagine how bad that would be?

So there I am, literally strapped down on the operating chair – straps holding down my arms, which if you are a claustrophile is not a problem, just another detail to remember when you tell the story (and allows you to distract yourself as you recall all the movies and TV shows you have seen where people got their arms strapped down, rubber mat adhered to your face, thinking, am I going to have a bunch of new fetishes when this is over? Do they sell rubber mats on Amazon? Surely they do! But are they good ones, or cheap Chinese ones?, scared to death you are going to move your eye, sweating, staring at the light, unable to blink, they are putting drops into your eye i guess so it doesn’t dry out, staring at the light, not moving, not moving while the nice surgeon asks you your birthday and we’re doing both eyes correct? and begins, telling you what he’s doing every step of the way, and you feel them fiddling about, and stare at the light, and then he’s like, ok we’re removing the lens now and you’re actually relieved he did not tell you when he was slicing the little incision and you’re relieved that bit is over and you apparently didn’t move your eye at the wrong time and having the lens removed is like, someone is fiddling with your eye while worse things happen to loved ones somewhere and it tickles a bit and then the light you’re staring at goes rather blurry and you think, wow, with lens, without lens, big difference. And he says, ok now we’re removing the cataract and he’s fiddling with your eye and you can’t tell if he is scraping it out or busting it up with ultrasound and sucking it out (according to something online) but it feels like scraping who knows. Then, Ok we’re inserting the new lens into the little sac behind your pupil now and the light is back in focus and clearer than before and ok that eye is done.

Then they clean everything up, get clean tools and stuff, put a new mat on your face with the window over the other eye and you wonder if this is what it feels like to be a bathtub floor only without a naked person sitting on you and they do the same thing to the second eye.

Took maybe half an hour in all, then I was back in the room with the other people waiting for their operations. They had lots of questions and my post operation relief resulted in a sort of giddy-manic enthusiasm and I couldn’t shut up, telling them how great it was and how much I could already see (That clock on the wall! I can already tell the time! And that sign on the wall – I can see that it is a sign, but I can’t read it yet…). And basically, Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.

So anyway since last Wednesday I have been excruciatingly positive and enthusiastic about cataract operations, mine personally and the procedure in general. I am a missionary. Brother Mig of the Church of the Cataract Procedure. “Colors are more vivid! Well at least the red end of the spectrum! No more running stop signs for me! And things are as bright with sunglasses as they used to be without!”

I had to wear these protective eye covers for a day, until my first checkup at my eye doctor the next day. Like, I was so enthusiastic, when I looked in the mirror with them on, I thought, I’m so handsome! OMG I can see clearly now I’m so handsome.

Apparently the combination of giddy relief and the somewhat blurry lenses of the protective covers led me to believe that, temporarily.

On Monday, after several days of recovery, I went to work. I am currently able to see, quite well, without glasses. Even reading. Computer distance is fine, looking at my phone is a bit harder, if I hold it at arms length it’s ok though. So I guess I will need reading glasses eventually? Which is great – you can get them cheap at the store, and don’t need to buy expensive prescription sunglasses etc. or the expensive trifocals I used to wear.

At work on Monday I – an introvert – cornered three people, only one of whom even asked me how the operation had gone – and told them about it at great length, and with enthusiasm. Same as I guess I’m doing here.

So that is the story of my eye operation. I survived the fear, didn’t goggle or woggle at the wrong time, and now I can see a lot better, probably. I have the feeling that I am forgetting something, which I will add here if I remember it.

For now, I’m taking it easy, letting my wife do the heavy lifting, drive me to the train station (my good morning photos on Instagram this week are taken safely out the passenger window instead of dangerously out the driver side) and waiting to see what the eye clinic sends me for my birthday soon. I bought new sunglasses, non-prescription RayBans, and wear them all the time, just waiting for someone to ask me about them, or my new festival bracelet.

Good morning.