We all arose at 4 a.m., to get D to the ophthalmologist by 6, so he could be in cataract surgery by 8:30. When I called at 10, to find out how everything had gone, I found out he had just gone in! Apparently, his blood pressure was elevated (gee, I wonder why?), so they had to wait for it to drop, which they hastened along with the aid of a drug. The nurse gave me quite a lecture on getting him to get bp meds, etc.; I replied that all this was up to him. Hmph! she replied.
Now he's back, with a patch over one eye, but not too worse for all of it. He's got a "Patient Lens Implant Identification Card," which I guess he is to carry in his wallet. We return tomorrow to have the patch removed. I remember seeing "old people" with similar patches, and didn't realize what they were for.