The phone rang and although I didn't recognize the number, it was a Virginia area code so I answered it. It was my eye doctor, an ophthalmologist, the one who is going to be operating on me next week to remove the oil from my eye which has finally healed from the two retina detachment surgeries I underwent in July and August.
I am anxiously looking forward to having that third operation, despite another potentially painful surgery and onerous recovery period, because my oil-filled eye is driving me crazy with its occasional white flare bursts inside it, the lack of clarity of vision from it and my inability to see much in very low-light situations where all distant lights, such as street lamps or approaching headlights, look like blurry kaleidoscopes. But I was suspicious as the doctor and I exchanged phone pleasantries, and I waited for the other shoe to drop.
"Sir, I am sorry to tell you but I had an accident over the weekend and I broke my arm. I must postpone your surgery for eight weeks or more until it heals, although this time period will not have a deleterious affect upon your eye in the lest."
I earnestly wished him a speedy and full recovery as we ended our call. As I hit the call-end button, I suddenly became very depressed.
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