I've signed up for a St Baldrick's event, in which I'm getting my head shaved. I have a lot of really thick hair, and it grows quickly. I am partaking because I have had so many people in my life who've been survivors - or died from cancer. A couple of weeks with no/short hair - no biggie. The hoot will be that I have a major conference a week later - I will be wearing a lot of hats and scarves, because my two conferences are in San Francisco and Denver - hardly warm places. At the moment, I'm having fun with the idea of not needing a haircut for a while!
So, the cataract surgery is becoming a trauma: the numbers don't match. I get one set from the doctor, another from the doctor's billing people, another from the insurance - and when those two get together I get yet another set of numbers. Today the hospital called, and gave me their charge - and want the co-pay up front. And it's more than any of the numbers that anybody else has come up with. I have spent the week trying to get definitive answers to basic questions. Very frustrating. Surgery will either happen next Wednesday, or be cancelled. After which I go find another doctor and start all over again. Gah. I hate insurance companies.
The hardest part of the eye thing is that I will have to go two weeks without reading. This idea is just... bizarre. I've never gone without reading! After they do one eye, it'll be two weeks before they do the other. During which time, I'll have my glasses - with one lens removed. So one eye can read, but the other can't see close up. So... close work is out for those two weeks. Distance won't be a problem, so I can watch TV, garden that kind of stuff. I don't know if I'll be able to do any glass. But not read? Eeek.
So what is just now occurring to me is that by the time I go to SFO for conference #1, I will be both bald-going-to-fuzz and not wearing glasses for distance version. Pretty much a new look all 'round.
Tee. Hee. Hee. Hee.