Landlady made me promise to get a photo with the eye patch, peg leg and all, but I need some technical assistance with that. So in the meantime here’s a Cap’n Joel selfie. Arr.
Cataract surgery is as painless as promised, at least in the act. Can’t speak for the aftermath yet, but so far it’s not as bad as that laser treatment I had last year. My eye’s still taped shut so I also can’t report on immediate results vis-a-vis vision. But I can say that if you want to bring a lot of bad times back into Uncle Joel’s memory, just bid him lay back on a gurney and start an IV. The anticipation was far worse than the reality.