EASY AS 1,2,3

WE WERE HOME by 9:30. After I saw Mr. Bob tucked into his bed in his hospital gown I kissed him goodbye and left him to nap knowing after this many years of marriage that that would be his preference given his 'druthers.

I settled myself in the waiting area and opened Anne Lamott's new book, "Imperfect Birds" and a nurse on her way to work, paused and asked, "Are you Jane?" Her mom, after reading this morning's early blog entry had quickly called her and told her to look for me. She was Mr. Bob's doctor's technical nurse........the one who hands him his instruments. I tell you, this blogging exercise is amazing.

Surprisingly soon, the doctor, who is camera shy, was assuring me that all went well.  When I was called in to see Mr. Bob, he was drinking juice through a straw and wrestling open a little package of crackers. In no time he was up and dressed and in the regulation wheelchair that takes patients curbside.

Instructions were that the bandage (can you call a piece of tape a "bandage"?) comes off at dinnertime, no matter if we eat at 5 or 7 and we then start the healing eyedrops.

Down the road, when it's your time to have cataract surgery, fear not........it's a piece of cake!

THE BETTER TO SEE YOU

MR. BOB is off to the hospital this morning to have cataract surgery. It's the second time, so he knows pretty well what to expect, if he can remember what happened 5 years ago when he had the first eye fixed. The doctor said that the incision will be half the size that they used back then and when you stop to think that time was (in our lifetime) that patients were kept in bed and sandbagged to keep them from moving after such surgery, the miracle of modern medicine is astounding.

We'll be back by lunchtime, I suspect.

Dawn is breaking and we must be on our way.........more later.