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New leaves and all that
Jan. 2nd, 2010 09:24 amIt's the New Year, and now it's time for me to valiantly try to clamber out from under this rock where I've been hiding since November. Enough is enough.
My mother needs surgery for glaucoma. Not the non-invasive procedure she had done two years ago, but the honest-to-God, cringe-inducing slice-open-the-eye-and-drain-out-fluid kind of surgery. The scary kind that can lead to complications like blindness (which defeats the purpose of the surgery anyway).
To say she is unthrilled would be an understatement.
She is dealing with it true to form. She actually negotiated with the ophthalmologist when he told her she needed surgery rightthehellnow.
"My good man, that is decidedly inconvenient! I shall certainly do no such thing."
*headdesk*
Typical. She might be going blind, but she insists on having it done in the summer *after* she and my father get back from Europe.
She has valid reasons for it, actually. My mother is not good with winter, and having to drag herself, half-blind, every single week to the Jewish General Hospital for three months of aftercare, is no one's idea of fun when the roads are covered in snow and ice.
And no one had better stand between my mother and her trip to Europe. She is not a tiny, ferocious Romanian lady for nothing. :P
It's things like this that make me want to laugh and throttle her and leave me a little in awe. They don't make 'em like her anymore.
My mother needs surgery for glaucoma. Not the non-invasive procedure she had done two years ago, but the honest-to-God, cringe-inducing slice-open-the-eye-and-drain-out-fluid kind of surgery. The scary kind that can lead to complications like blindness (which defeats the purpose of the surgery anyway).
To say she is unthrilled would be an understatement.
She is dealing with it true to form. She actually negotiated with the ophthalmologist when he told her she needed surgery rightthehellnow.
"My good man, that is decidedly inconvenient! I shall certainly do no such thing."
*headdesk*
Typical. She might be going blind, but she insists on having it done in the summer *after* she and my father get back from Europe.
She has valid reasons for it, actually. My mother is not good with winter, and having to drag herself, half-blind, every single week to the Jewish General Hospital for three months of aftercare, is no one's idea of fun when the roads are covered in snow and ice.
And no one had better stand between my mother and her trip to Europe. She is not a tiny, ferocious Romanian lady for nothing. :P
It's things like this that make me want to laugh and throttle her and leave me a little in awe. They don't make 'em like her anymore.
