I’ve been trying to pull stories out of my brain that have nothing to do with the Plague, but the sad fact is other than spilling out fiction every morning—the endless historical, another romance dredged out of the sink-hole to … Continue reading
In our world today, especially if you live in the United States, it’s easy to be so caught up in the proverbial Rat Race that you forget to take a break. I mean a real break–one where you try hard to avoid smart phones, computers, and televisions. Because your body needs to recharge. It has limits.
Continue readingIt’s been several months (August) since my cataract surgery, and I’m adjusting to my new vision. My eyes have recovered from the surgery and my vision seem to have stabilized. It hasn’t changed noticeably over the last month or so. … Continue reading
By the time of my second cataract surgery, I was readier-than-ready. I was so tired of not being able to see clearly out of both eyes, which made depth perception – necessary for driving, pouring water from a pitcher, etc. … Continue reading
in·ter·reg·num. noun. A period when normal government is suspended, especially between successive reigns or regimes. An interval or pause, as in, “the interregnum between the discovery of radioactivity and its detailed understanding.” After cataract surgery on my first eye, I … Continue reading
I had my first cataract surgery. It began, of course, with fasting and the usual pre-op check ins. I’d already begun using antibiotic and steroid eye drops.* In addition, I used an eyelid scrub, a little moist towelette with a … Continue reading
As part of my preparation for cataract surgery, I’ve begun talking with my eyes. Or rather, talking to them. I say, “Eyes, something exciting and perhaps a bit perplexing is going to happen to you. But don’t worry, it’s like … Continue reading
With my diagnosis of cataracts (in both eyes), I began to consider my alternatives. The simplest, which is to do nothing and rely on eyeglasses for increasingly inadequate visual correction, was not very appealing, especially since lens replacement surgery was … Continue reading
For some years now, maybe a decade, I’ve complained about my “old eyes.” I’ve never had good vision without corrective multifocals. I think I started wearing glasses in 3rd grade. I remember getting contact lenses in 1960. They were hard … Continue reading
By Brenda W. Clough Last month I posted here about writers and their health insurance. And I mentioned the numerous funds that collect money for writers overwhelmed by medical bills. Oregon writer Jim Fiscus administers the Jo Clayton Memorial Medical … Continue reading
