Poor sleep last night.
So the Daylight Savings Time switch was this weekend, so everyone felt fully capable of staying up until midnight watching movies. This weekend we watched Raya and the Last Dragon on Friday, the final episode of Agent Carter and the first in the Hobbit trilogy on Sunday.
I’m uneasy. I have my second (well, final) cataract surgery on Wednesday–as luck would have it St. Patrick’s Day. I went to bed before Whitney and Maria and when they went to bed I woke up with my mind swimming from flashbacks from the last cataract surgery: The immense anxiety. The claustrophobia of being draped with just your eye poking out. The general fear of the smells of a surgical center.
Objectively, I understand that this procedure is waaaaay less invasive than others I’ve had. In particular, I’ve had a gum-graft surgery that really ought to cause more flashbacks. But….no. This one freaks me out.
Age is becomeing a thing. I get aches in my hips when the weather changes now. Both eyes will have been done after this. My memory continues to degrade, much to my wife’s chagrin when asking me to recall incidents from 10-15 years ago.
It’s not that I’m misremembering, darling. I just don’t remember. I honestly don’t. Our four years in our second house in Georgetown, KY, evaporates from my memory more each day. I remember our first house (2005->2012) much better, oddly(https://www.imdb.com/title/tt5109280/) on Friday, the final episode of Agent Carter and the first in the Hobbit trilogy on Sunday.
I’m uneasy. I have my second (well, final) cataract surgery on Wednesday–as luck would have it St. Patrick’s Day. I went to bed before Whitney and Maria and when they went to bed I woke up with my mind swimming from flashbacks from the last cataract surgery: The immense anxiety. The claustrophobia of being draped with just your eye poking out. The general fear of the smells of a surgical center.
Objectively, I understand that this procedure is waaaaay less invasive than others I’ve had. In particular, I’ve had a gum-graft surgery that really ought to cause more flashbacks. But….no. This one freaks me out.
Age is becomeing a thing. I get aches in my hips when the weather changes now. Both eyes will have been done after this. My memory continues to degrade, much to my wife’s chagrin when asking me to recall incidents from 10-15 years ago.
It’s not that I’m misremembering, darling. I just don’t remember. I honestly don’t. Our four years in our second house in Georgetown, KY, evaporates from my memory more each day. I remember our first house (2005->2012) much better, oddly.