.. And with tomorrow, another war within myself over my fears.
.. My first laser treatment of those diabetes damaged eyes o’ mine begins tomorrow. My mind creates those horrid images of failure, and pain, blindness.

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“Oops! The laser slipped! Soory about that. The scar shouldn’t be too noticeable in about six months to a year, and you’ll have a bit of trouble talking for a while.”
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“Damn! The laser wasn’t supposed to melt that new lens in your right eye. Oh well, you’ve still got your left (you DID say that you haven’t had cataract surgery on your left eye, right??).
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“Nurse! Stop the flow of blood from the rear of the patient’s head!. It appears that the laser drilled right through his skull!”
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“Well, Mr. Simpson, I did tell you of the possible discomfort after surgery. Don’t worry about the yellow-green fluid oozing from your eyes. Besides, you signed a waiver absolving us of any liability.”
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.. And so on and so forth… .It just doesn’t end. All I need to do is to go thru with the procedure and have faith that I’ll survive intact. Like what I had to do with the cataract surgery. When that was done, it was like, “What? It’s over? That’s it??!!”.
.. Tonite, I go to bed early. No freaking 0400 again! The ops to go down at 1410, but I need ta sleep and be rested for this thing.
.. I’m glad that this isn’t gonna mess up my diabetic routine like that cataract shit did. No insulin in the morning, no food, (mind you, I did get a Timmy’s coffee…… mmmmm, c o f f e e e e e ), blood test every 10 minutes, IV drips, . . . eeee-yuk! Whatta chore! But, all that ended on a good and fine note.
.. So, Faith. Trust. Hope. Prayer. etcetcetc……….

Keep The Faith*