Wednesday, May 13, 2020

Saturday Night Soup for the Soul (07)


hen I was a child, I went through many fascinations. One of them were the DC comics super heroes: Superman, Batman Green Lantern, the Flash, and the Justice League of America. One of my favorite fantasies was pretending to be Clark Kent, the secret identity of Superman. I so wanted to be like him that I convinced my mother that I needed glasses – which was all a scam – I wanted them because Clark Kent wore glasses.
So, she packed me off to an optometrist for the eye exam. Basically, they had the machine where you looked thru the lenses and read the lines of letters and numbers and said which looked clearer: 1 or 2....3 or 4. However none of the other high tech optical equipment that are today’s mainstream had yet been invented. I made up a few answers so that the doctor would say that I needed glasses.

I was overjoyed when he announced that I did indeed need glasses. The first pair were those ugly black plastic nerd glasses (see above monstrosity picture from february 1964). When I got them, and returned to the classroom I remember being in a state of shock when I could see read the writing on the blackboard form the back of the room: I had never been able to do this and did not realize that one was supposed to able to do so.

"You say you care for me
But there's no tenderness
Beneath your honesty"

Over the years my vision slid down hill finally stabilizing at 20/800. So, after considering doing so for the past several years, I finally took the plunge this week: surgery, lasik eye surgery to be exact.

To execute this procedure, they cut your lense flaps and fold them back. Then a laser that has been preprogrammed with the specifics of each of your eyes’ abnormalities vaporizes away bits of them to correct their shapes so that they will focus properly. Then, the flaps are folded back and aligned so that it will heal in the form of a near perfect eye. You instantly see 1000 percent better. I was 20/20 in one eye and 20/30 in the other. After the procedure, they send you home with a pile of whoopee pills (vicodin and xanax). So basically, you hang out for a couple of days stoned and in shangra la. It was just as well since we had another massive snow storm the night before the surgury and the world was transformed into this fluffy white landscape that I surveyed from the safety of my castle turrets.

The only setback was today when I had foggy blurry vision in the left eye and pronounced double vision which made the early morning dark commute scary. Went to the eye doctor and the cause was not anything scary: my tear glands are not producing sufficient tears to heal. SO, he put in these tiny collagen implants into my lower eyelid (I think) that cause the tear glands to crank up. Now it is MUCH better.

On the way to work I ran over a huge spike and had a bad flat tire (is there such a thing as a good flat tire?) by the time I limped into the Doctor’s parking lot. Came home after work and felt sad over family members who died in the past year, and had a good cry (the tears were good for my eyes).

Like last week, I am unsure what emotionally contributes to this week's Soup. But here it is.


"Too many people preaching practices,
Don't let 'em tell you what you wanna be.
Too many people holding back,
This is crazy, and baby, it's not like me.."

1. Tenderness – This lovely song is from Paul Simon's 1973 first solo album titled "There Goes Rhyming Simon". I like the words a lot and the sentiments they reflect. Truth delivered with a bad or malevolent spirit is not a good thing. Real and sincerely expressed tenderness always makes a good companion for delivered truth that might otherwise seem overly harsh. Truth delivered with harshness and arrogance just makes the person making the delivery look like a self serving, and manipulative asshole. And it renders everything that the harsh person says and does appear highly suspect.

2. WarszawaThis soothing instrumental by David Bowie is from his landmark 1977 “Low” LP. The whole techno ambient trance musical genre comes from this early root. This piece is the opening number of a quartet that closes this LP. This brings back many memories fore me of life in Casablanca which I will blog about someday.

3. Station to Station -- I included a fragment of this David Bowie song becasue of the sound of the synthasiuzed train. It just sounds like it needs to be here as a musical bridge between the the previous and next songs.

4. Too Many People -- This obscure song off Paul McCartney's 1971 “Ram” LP, is frigging hot. I was stunned and delighted that he included this in his tour set lst last yearI. I love how it builds up to this climax at the end that is topped with an unlikely layer of accoustic guitar.

All of this makes it's way into this week's soup. You can get your 22.4 Mb bowl of Saturday Night Soup for the Soul by clicking the jukebox.

5 comments:

d.K. said...

Congrats on the Lasik. I know since you waited, you've read and read and read, but there's still a lot of apprehension. If you're normal, a perfect month will go by and you'll have a blurry day and get down. Your eyes will feel "dry" for six months or so. You'll have some fluctuations... all completely normal. I had it done eight years ago, and it was the best thing I've ever done for myself - ever! It's a miracle and even after going on 9 years, I think about it at least a every couple of days, and still "see" it as a miracle of science incapable of being adequately described. Good luck and be patient!
Don

T-Bird said...

Don, Thanks for the Lasik comments. Yours are the first long range ones about what to expect as normal.

Hope you do not mind my outlandish anti bush comment. He brings out that side of me. Hell hath no fury as a voter scorned.

Wayne said...

New here. Great looking Blog! I had Lasik one year ago this month. My eyes were as bad as your's. Got my first pair of glasses in second grade. I agree with d.k. Best thing I ever did! But for the next 3 months or so, I kept trying to take them off to take a shower.

d.K. said...

I loved your comments. And they weren't unfair at all - a distinguished Washington Post reporter, who died a year or so ago, did an "expose" on Barbara Bush in the early 90s, and it turns out she's not a pleasant person at all. The columnist (she's well known, the name escapes me now) was banned for the rest of the Bush term regarding contacts.
On the contrary, Babs is quite the bitch. This, from many sources, not the normal gossip crowd. Her cloth coat and white hair made her look the grandmother part, but she's petty and vindictive and GWB is definitely her son! And I remember her comments in Houston -- she's a descendent of President Pierce, so she was born with a silver spoon and has no clue what people in the real world deal with. Thanks.

T-Bird said...

DK: I am not surprised to find out thats he is a BIG bitch. She strikes me as a whiskey gulping chain smoking HAG from HELL. She has teh face she deserves (Jabba the Babs).

Wayne: I keep seeing your posts here and there on people’s sites. I have even visited you once (I remember the gas price summary). Thank you for visiting us and leaving the kind comment. Being visually oriented, the look of the blog to me is as important as the words. And the old adage “a picture is worth 1000 words” applies to blogs, too. Good for you for digging into the HTML and XML side of things to tart up the site.

I have appreciated all the Lasik comments that I have received from others that are further down the time line. Today is day six. It seems as if it has been much longer already.

I see you like gardening. Me to. We have had the WORST winter in a decade this year. Pure hell. Finally had a break and was able to get all the debris cleaned up this Saturday so it is ready to roll. Spring starts here on February 1st. The crocus will be opening around then and the first of 150 different Rhododendrons blooms in early February (that is my gardening passion). I have one that already partially bloomed in late December – but a sudden deep freeze toasted the buds that were open, however it held some back for god knows when. It should have already completed opening all the buds and be on the downhill slope. My last Rhododendron blooms in mid June. I will be doing pix this year of the season as it rolls along.

I will add you to my blog roll sometime in the next week. Is late and I must get to bed and start to drift into sleep so that I can be awake and productive at work tomorrow.

Cheers, Will