Today was a retina surgery kind of day. An interocular lens replacement kind of day. It was quite an ordeal. The anesthesiologist somehow managed not to anesthetize me and I was awake for the entire procedure which was supposed to take 1 and was at least twice as long.

They had me flat on my back, staring at some sort of curtain over me. And all I could see were these gelatinous shapes that kept changing color and form. And it was a struggle to breathe through my face mask and the curtain. And then my back started spasming. I was much more alert and awake then I normally am in my non-anesthesiatic life.

The doctors and nurses were chattering constantly. Sometimes one doctor giving the others instructions. And sometimes they were playing some sort of name-that-country geographic word game. What is the country south of Senegal? What is the country just east of Ecuador? Etc.

I also learned that my retinalogist was a serious hiker and mountain climber. He talked about trying to climb Mt. Rainier and failing at it. He seemed humbled.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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