I have had problems with my vision for several years. Life has become like a walk through a series of continuous “fun house mirrors”. There were no “straight lines” in my ocular universe, because of epiretinal membrane bunching.

I had vitrectomy surgery on Wednesday, Septempter 23, where two layers of scar tissue were removed from the retina of my left eye. The first 24 hours after surgery, I wore my post-surgical eye patch. Life was like a walk with the viewpoint of a “one-eyed wonder”, with blurry vision and no depth perception in the non-repaired eye.

Next month, life will be like a walk through the unknown—who knows what life will look like through my two eyes, one “renewed”, and one not so good!

My wife, Sharon, is my official “seeing eye human”, driver, and reader for important material that my “good” eye can’t read, for now. Yes, no reading for at least a week.

NO MORE BLOG POSTS, OR BOOK WRITING! (Ah, please don’t make that collective sigh of relief too loud, I want to preserve my hearing, OK?).

The patch came off Thursday. Improving vision returns over a period of several weeks. My surgically repaired eye will become my “best” eye, if all goes well! I get to do nothing for a week, except watch TV, and “take it easy”. I don’t know how that will even be possible.

My sister Pam says it looks like the surgery and its after effects have really taken a toll on me. I have saved quite a few “tokens” over the years, so I have this “toll ” covered.

UPDATE: Patch removed, black rimmed, translucent bubble in my field of vision, with a nice white fog surrounding it. All without psychedelics, what a “treat”.

FOLLOW THE BOUNCING BLACK BUBBLE!

Argh!

Where is my patch!

Being blind might be the best choice, at least for a little while longer.

Not So Tiny Black Bubble (thanks to Don Ho)

Not so tiny black bubble

In my left eye

Does not make me feel happy

Does not make me see fine

Not so tiny black bubble

Does not make me warm all over

I have a feeling that I don’t wanna

Have bad eyesight till the end of time

So here’s to the golden moon

And here’s to the silver sea

And mostly here’s a toast

To better vision for you and me

So here’s to the ginger lei

I give to my world today

And here’s a kiss of love

That, unlike my eyesight, will never fade away

Pop that cork, and let us all feel “warm all over”!

I can “see” all of us want to have a good time!

Have a nice day, with good eyesight!

Categories: Musings

Bruce

Presently, I am 67 years old, and I am learning how to live the life of a retired person. I am married to Sharon White, a retired hospice nurse, and writer. Whose Death Is It Anyway-A Hospice Nurse Remembers Sharon is a wonderful friend and life partner of nearly 30 years. We have three grandsons through two of Sharon's children. I am not a published writer or poet. My writings are part of my new life in retirement. I have recently created a blog, and I began filling it up with my writings on matters of recovery and spirituality. I saw that my blog contained enough material for a book, so that is now my new intention, to publish a book, if only so that my grandsons can get to know who their grandfather really was, once I am gone. The title for my first book will be: Penetrating The Conspiracy Of Silence, or, How I Lived Beyond My Expiration Date I have since written 7 more books, all of which are now posted on this site. I have no plans to publish any of them, as their material is not of general interest, and would not generate enough income to justify costs. I have taken a deep look at life, and written extensively about it from a unique and rarely communicated perspective. Some of my writing is from 2016 on to the present moment. Other writing covers the time prior to 1987 when I was a boy, then an addict and alcoholic, with my subsequent recovery experience, and search for "Truth". Others are about my more recent experiences around the subjects of death, dying, and transformation, and friends and family having the most challenging of life's experiences. There are also writings derived from my personal involvement with and insight into toxic masculinity, toxic religion, toxic capitalism, and all of their intersections with our leadere. These topics will not be a draw for all people, as such personal and/or cultural toxicities tends to get ignored, overlooked, or "normalized" by those with little time for insight, introspection, or interest in other people's points of view on these troubling issues. There also will be a couple of writings/musings about "GOD", but I try to limit that kind of verbal gymnastics, because it is like chasing a sunbeam with a flashlight. Yes, my books are non-fiction, and are not good reading for anybody seeking to escape and be entertained. Some of the writings are spiritual, philosophical and intellectual in nature, and some descend the depths into the darkest recesses of the human mind. I have included a full cross section of all of my thoughts and feelings. It is a classic "over-share", and I have no shame in doing so. A Master Teacher once spoke to me, and said "no teacher shall effect your salvation, you must work it out for yourself". "Follow new paths of consciousness by letting go of all of the mental concepts and controls of your past". This writing represents my personal work towards that ultimate end.