I even have to laugh at myself, I really do. On being told that I have cataracts on both eyes and will need surgery, what am I imediately worried about? The surgery? Possible complications? A poor outcome? The fact that I'm practically as blind as a bat, well that's an exageration but give me another month the way it's going who knows? Not being able to drive?
No, none of the above, nor the waiting time. You know what it is don't you? "Hang on a minute Doc. I'm going to Bali in August" His opinion that I would enjoy it much more with good vision didn't really cut much ice with me either. I mean if I cancell I'll have to wait a month after surgery before I can re book in order to buy travel insurance.
Anyway I was a little stressed for a few days until his receptionist rang me up with the appointment and with apologies for the waiting time but it would be September before she can slot me in. God bless her little cotton socks. She said my happiness was a very unusual response.
So I'm telling you, my cyber friends because let's face it you all really will think my reaction is quite normal.
Anyway I'll be in Bali in August with somewhere between half a good eye and one and a bit good eyes, smelling the smells and listening to the sounds (Ahhhhh the sound of Bahasa Indonesian) and tasting the tastes. Possibly I could be tasting the tastes while listening to the language, smelling the kretek cigarettes while feeling the feeling of a foot massage all at the same time. Well colour me happy!!!
Of course on the down side I must be careful not to fall in a drain, especially if there has been rain. Or follow the wrong man home (hmmmm)and I won't notice if I spill satay sauce down my shirt. (Note to Hillary, take multi coloured shirts) Well it's already dim and dark in the hotel rooms.
So the few of you I actually know, please don't be offended if I ignore you in the street!
Yours short-sightedly. Hillary