The Cataract, the Vacuum Cleaner, and the Semicolon

This afternoon, I shall present myself at the ophthalmologist's office, where I will be measured, Valiumed up, awakened from a peaceful sleep on the waiting room sofa, cattle-prodded down the hall to the operating room, punctured, divested of a cataract, invested with a shiny new lens, wobbled back to the waiting room, and driven home, … Continue reading The Cataract, the Vacuum Cleaner, and the Semicolon