I went for my regular eye exam. It was time for a check-up, plus I wanted to get my contact lenses update - I've been wearing an old prescription lens in my right eye ever since I lost my lens down the sink in Paso Robles last month.
My doctor was puzzled at how my prescription seems to have deteriorated, especially in my left eye. So he did a few tests, and dropped a bombshell on me.
I have the beginning stages of cataracts in both eyes. He recommends surgery.
Oh, it's not urgent, and it's not even 100 % certain. But there's enough of an indication that he suggests I schedule a consultation in the next few months, at the UCLA Jules Stein Eye Institute.
My eye doctor says cataract surgery is simple and recovery is quick - and indeed, both my mother and my mother-in-law have had it, and have done well. The new lenses they would insert would correct my nearsightedness and astigmatism so that I would need only minor correction for reading or for driving. My mother was delighted with the results of her surgery.
If I do get accepted into an MFA program, I want to take care of this before I go back to school. So that would mean sometime next spring or summer.
It's unsettling to realize how my "physical plant" is beginning to break down. Whether it's my gut, my joints, or my eyes, aging is hard to deny.