Archive for February 9th, 2019

Follow up

Posted on Saturday, February 9th, 2019 at 3:15 am

Medical week is over. Prognosis, barring a twist of fate, I should live to a ripe old age. No, I mean a riper old age.

The ophthalmologist said I had 20/20 in my right eye and don’t need glasses as long as I’m comfortable with my slightly imbalanced vision. The cataracts are still quite small and don’t need surgery for some time to come. The spots on my irises haven’t grown, so not a problem. All told, a thumbs up for a man my age.

The lab results for CBC and CMP and a couple of others came back yesterday. Only four things were not in normal parameters, and those were only barely outside the parameters. My blood sugar is good, my cholesterol is good (triglycerides are a tad high, HDL a tad low), my blood structure is good, my kidneys are good, no signs of cancer, no Hepatitis C, everything looks rosy.

So all in all, to quote myself, I’m in pretty good shape for a man my age… I should have many years of being ornery left in me, a member of the hard to kill.

Driving home with dilated pupils was a trip. Everything was starry, radial rays galore for each source of lights, like I was wearing camera filters. Depth of field was also quite shallow with such wide open apertures. The day was overcast with small amounts of frozen precipitation. So the sun glasses were a bit superfluous. When I got home, my eyes were sore.

After some ibuprofen and a good solid sleep, I am much improved. I didn’t even bother eating until after I woke, breaking an 18 hour fast, which was longer than the fast for the lab work. I didn’t bother to eat on the road. I munched lightly, a little poundcake, further eating to follow, though I’m not ravished. I’m thinking hot buttered cornbread next.

36°F outside. But it’s the last of the cold snap for weeks to come according to the forecast. 60s to 40s is the trend for the next couple of weeks. The many flowers that were coaxed out by the 70s of the past week are wilting. But I expect to see more. And it was a nice taste of things to come. I am tired of the cold.

So onward through the fog. And in memory of Oat Willie, I will be planting a new tray of oat grass for Myka today.