#cataract surgery

I’m hoping that I’ll grow accustomed to my face again.

I'm going in for my fourth, and final, eye surgery. I haven't had the best luck with them so far, lots of complications and side effects, so I'm pretty nervous about what's going to happen after this one. This is the last resort now so it's a case of having the surgery and hoping for the best.

The poet attempted an attribution, in thought of love and praise to the long and winding ways of Medicine, but addressing specifics — shivers that arose without thought like withdrawal from nicotine sticks or Absinthe – wormwood juice lacked adhesion like old glue left in limbo — only to portray the poet a fool / addicted / frail; addressing specifics — blurred vision a general cause of concern & the Cause of Concern for the poet finding the general principles of sight a bonus at their specific point in time: the junction where tarmac ends and gravel paths bind the journey’s end, blindness avoided — for now by Dr Marvell and their marvellous medical methods aided by sharp surgical tools making the cut the ultrasound appliance dissolving the opaque … a silvery vacuum vortex sucking up the dust water water lots of water poured over the naked unawares of what to come unprotected and by force held ajar naked unprotected eye — the recipient of the mint crystalline lens; but the poet failed to convey in thought of love and praise to the long and winding ways of Medicine as a single persistent utterance interrupted again and again: What if — it happens again.

Please let this help my vision and not fuck things up.