Well, I ended up getting that detached retina for Christmas after all. Pretty freaky shit, I tell you what. The good news is that I went into surgery quickly and my peeper seems to be healing up nicely. It's really made me realize what a gift that eyesight is. When I look at my sister's face or watch a film, it's with much deeper appreciation than every before.
I'm thinking of naming my firstborn after my eye surgeon, but since I'm not planning to have kids I'm not sure how to proceed. I'm not even pet person enough to have a dog or fish to call by the retinal surgeon's handle.
This whole thing has made me realize that I should probably be dating an M.D. who knows the ins and out of myopia.
Someone who will look deep into my eyes and know exactly what to do.