Back during my Coast Guard days when I was doing my law enforcement stuff, I prided myself on what a great shot I was with the weapons I carried. I won awards and medals and was rated an Expert Marksman on all the weapons we carried. I went to the range to practice at least quarterly and am probably responsible for the ammunition shortage that exists today.
Shooting became second nature and it was very easy to hit the Bull’s Eye.
Oops! Not that kind, this kind!
So here I am, getting ready for my cataract surgery on Tuesday morning at Six-Thirty AM. That should be fun getting up early enough to make it. Before I could get this surgery, over the last six months, I’ve seen a Doctor, an Optometrist (twice), an Ophthalmologist (twice) a nurse, and an anesthesiologist. I been checked, rechecked and checked some more.
I even had to have an EKG to make sure all my sparkplugs were firing on all cylinders.
Yep, the old ticker is in fine shape.
As a precursor to the actual surgery, I have been given three kinds of eye drops that I have to take four times a day for three days prior to the actual surgery.
Marti even drew up a chart so I can keep track of when I took the drops. (One more reason she’s handy to have around).
So why, with all my expert marksmanship skills am I having so much trouble getting the drops in my eye, from one inch away?
I’ve gotten my mouth, my nose, my ear and my shirt, all in attempts to get the stupid little drops in my eye. I’m even taking a deep breath and holding my hand steady! I hope I have enough of the drops to get the prescribed amount in correctly before I run out.
Always something, but then, I don’t have the best of luck getting prepared for medical issues. At least this isn’t as bad as when I had to do the prep for my colonoscopy.
I guess I’d better give back my expert marksmanship medals…
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