Found out today at scheduled eye appointment that I have a complication: my new right-eye lens has slipped down, due to some tissue underneath it that tore when I was unconsciously squinting hard during the operation, and some subsequent rubbing of the itching eye during sleep, after I had stopped (as planned) wearing a plastic shield over the eye when sleeping.
The slippage is causing a doubling of overhead lights and even shiny doorknobs. So now I need a second surgery in which the lens will be moved back to center and sutured in place so it can’t move. This time they aim to put me all the way to sleep, being intubated (tube down the throat), so, hopefully, I won’t be squinting again. All this before the left eye is done, now probably not until April. Onward, through the fog…
THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER 
Holy moly! That sounds scary as f*ck. Aging ain’t for wussies. That’s for sure. Best wishes.
Thanks, Ben. It does sound scary, but isn’t really. Not yet, anyway. I just wish I could walk without shuffling along. Be 78 in March.