Thursday, June 23, 2005

Cold feet about the eyes

For those of you who read this post a while back, you might be wondering how my laser eye surgery went.

Well, I postponed it. I got a second opinion, and was advised there is no rush at all with this. The actual words were, "If you were my wife, I'd tell you to wait." So I decided to take my time.

Of course, I didn't think to ask him what kind of relationship he has with his wife.

3 Comments:

At 8:29 PM, June 23, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Love the last sentence. I went for laser evaluation a couple of years ago and was given a strong thumbs up as a good candidate for the procedure (and yes, of couse I realize the doctors wants to do as many as these as possible but it seemed like they checked out a lot of things before encouraging one to schedule). However, since I'm pretty nearsited but also have "middle-age eye" which makes reading small print a challange, I can always pop off my glasses and put the map or whatever close up and read anything, and I would lose that option if I had the laser correction done. Then I'd be forced to rely on reading classes. I decided not to make the tradeoff.

 
At 11:54 PM, June 23, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I had the surgery done at the age of 60 and am only sorry I didn't do it earlier. As I was short sighted they just did one eye so I have "bifocal" vision - one eye for close up and one for far away and it works perfectly. Now I don't have to carry round 3 pairs of glasses (reading, distance, sun). Another bonus - we love touring and I'm usually the navigator, and it used to be quite difficult looking at road signs and a map, whipping glasses on and off and trying to refocus. Now - no problem.

 
At 9:32 PM, June 28, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Last line, what meander said.

The only thing I remember from a Harvard Law of Evidence class was the story of some Secretary of the Interior who sent his wife and children to Alaska to be there during some disputed nuclear test. Prof. Tribe pointed out that the evidentiary weight of that action depended on how he felt about his family...

And, how about those snowy tipsy nights that you can't find the sign that tells you you're on Storrow Drive! Thanks for the complaints. Brings it all back.

 

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