My three major goals at the start of this year were to ride Le Ventoux, get my eyes sorted and learn to fly a plane.
Pilots course delayed until February/March next year.
However, tomorrow morning, bright and breezy, I shall be hopping onto a plane, heading to Jerez de la Frontera in southern Spain, and then onto Cadiz, where I shall have both of my eyes sorted out. They’re too bad to be lasered, so I’m going to have my cornea’s replaced. This is apparently done under a local anaesthetic, which I’m not sure I’m looking forward to too much, but what I am looking forward to, is waking up in the morning and being able to look at my watch without scrunching up my face into something resembling Albert Steptoe (Google him if you don’t watch British TV) to see the time.
Its going to be slightly painful I suspect, post op not during hopefully, but the benefits are just too brilliant to whinge about a bit of discomfort.
My friend, who is a doctor in Spain, will be coming into the room with me to act as my translator, is also going to ask if he can take some pix of it, so you may well be getting a corneal implant post in the near future too.
I shall bid you all adios for now, and will see you on the flip side, where my next post shall be typed whilst wearing no glasses, contact lenses or any other nefarious ocular improvement system.