Jeanne Ellin: Losing my rainbows and the benefits of hoarding

Close up of womans face and eye

Banner with Jeanne Ellin's quoteFor some time now my vision has been edged with rainbows and I quite liked them. They balanced the increasing blurring.

Close up of womans face and eyeHospital visit brings mixed news. Not one cataract but two, and a slow leak behind one eye. So two surgeries and a procedure in my near future.

Left the hospital on jelly legs and with blurry vision, mostly due to the eye drops they use pre-examination. Conscious of walking in a very unsteady way and lurching and wandering as I can’t quite see where I am going.

Decide to get a taxi for ease and safety. There is a rank just over the road from the hospital. But the driver seems uncertain of my address. He suggests several alternative destinations including another hospital and, more worryingly, a Cancer Forensic laboratory.

I am not feeling brave enough for this random adventure and exit the taxi, despite his assurance that I should not panic, he will find the way. There is sufficient risk getting on a bus when the destination is a blur.

Not sure how long I will be unable to read etc. post-op so I ask my optician. He says I will not be able to use my current glasses for some weeks and will need a new prescription. As there will be two operations, this will be for some time.

Reading is mostly how I pass my time. Then add in computer use (glasses assisting) and there will be a challenging few weeks. Checked with friends who have had this procedure; six weeks post-op, then pause for recovery and second operation and you have nearly three months.

The good news is that I will not lose too much more sight before surgery and the service is free. How many other places in the world have this service?

I’m starting to build up a hoard of tapes and CDs to fill the gap. Fortunately charity shops have a wide range and I have a tape player and a CD player already.


Jeanne Ellin

About Jeanne Ellin

I am a poet working at living a creative life in a one room flat, companioned by a menagerie of chronic health problems. I began this series of posts after being inspired by two women younger than myself, who, fearful of their imagined old age spent in ill health and poverty, committed suicide. I explore every year as a bonus of adventures, with moments of discomfort or fear, but with unexpected treasure to be found - helped by a sense of the ridiculous, a world perspective and creativity.