Today’s message will be short and sweet. I went in for my final cataract surgery yesterday and told them I was disappointed in the patch they gave me last time. I was hoping for a black one to complete my pirate ensemble. “A black one,” the nurse asked. “I don’t think we have any of those.” So began my pre-op. I asked her later if she felt like she was running an assembly line, she said, “Well, we have 30 surgeries today and sometimes it feels that way, I guess. I hope you don’t feel that way.” When the surgeon came in, he asked how my eyes were doing, and I asked him how his were. He replied that his were great. I don’t think he got the joke.

Needless to say, I felt like an idiot for asking, but it does almost seem like a production of sorts when you go in for this kind of procedure. Now I sit and wait again for this eye to heal and hope both eyes will be normal again. Today I probably will make a lot of spelling mistakes and typos, but I have enough trouble with that anyway since most of the letters and numbers have worn off of my keyboard. At least I made an appearance today – without my pirate patch.



As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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11 Responses to ARGH

  1. Too funny Sis. I had mine done several years back and it was so worth it. God Bless!

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  2. hatrack4 says:

    When I saw the title, I was worried. Either the surgery went bad, or you were five months early for talk like a pirate day, which had me even more worried. I agree that surgeons, on the whole, do not have a sense of humor. I have said things like that in the past, and a nurse might snicker. The doctor might look confused. Once, I made a sound like a car racing by, and then a hand gesture of the hand in front of your face and then sweep back across your head. At that, the nurse cackled, and the doctor still looked confused. I cannot remember the zinger I tossed in his direction, just the reaction.

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  3. Love your sense of humor! My husband recently had this and is very pleased with the results. I will probably be facing this soon as well. Prayers for your healing!

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  4. K.L. Hale says:

    You’re my hero, Mama K! We don’t care about errors~only your eyes! You’re also adorable! Much love and prayers for fast healing~and color! 💚✝️🙏🏻🥰💛

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  5. ken riddles says:

    May you see many new horizons. Blessings.

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  6. Praying for proper healing from your second surgery. Praising your timely sense of humor.

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