Interesting demographic here at the eye surgery center. All seniors. Some a little grumpy because they weren’t able to have their morning coffee. Before 8 AM and it feels like an airport with lines and hustle and bustle. Except for the two screens on the wall that are showing surgeries in progress instead of CNN.

I keep trying to avert my eyes from the eyeballs having film removed from them that dominate the side wall. Wonder who thought people would want to watch the process? Not making me feel better that Frank is in there having the procedure. This is a highly respected laser center. Frank is here for cataract surgery.

I keep reading articles about the aging population here on the Cape. This place makes that fact hit home with a vengeance. Makes sense. Cataracts are generally simply a part of aging. What I find amazing is the process. This place is part factory assembly line and part high tech miracle where delicate surgery is performed quickly and efficiently.

Our understanding is that Frank won’t be able to bend or do any heavy lifting for the next couple of weeks to avoid putting unnecessary pressure on his healing eye. Looks like Daisy and I will be spending quality time together. I’ll have to go along on all of the walks to bend and pick up the poop! Can’t wait.

Much more quickly than I expected, Frank’s surgery is done, and I’m summoned into the recovery area. Everything has gone smoothly, as anticipated. Figured out why people were coming out of the surgery area smiling in spite of patch covered eyes. It wasn’t so much relief that it was over. Better yet, the first thing they do in recovery is hand out coffee and cookies. The wait for morning coffee is over!