Changes, Coffee, and Cataracts

Been a long while. Perhaps there isn't much in my life since my last post that merits writing about or I may have outgrown the need to write like I used to. Or do I just don't have the energy any more? Maybe, it's all of the above?

Regardless, I feel like I'm doing myself an injustice if I don't put things down because a fair bit has happened between then and now.


New office, new environment
Early this year I've been moved to another office though my duties and office hours haven't changed. Location, The Exchange TRX. I once dreamed of working at a bookstore and that dream has been realised. I'm not directly involved in bookselling but if there's an opportunity to pitch something, I'm good.

The new posting has me commuting to work via LRT and MRT and the adjustment was a bit difficult for the first week. Sharing space with crowds is draining, and though we're not yet over COVID, another contagion has recently reared its ugly head. Helps that I've continued to mask in public spaces, except when eating or drinking, but I despair at the number who have yet to take the latest potential outbreak seriously.

However, I do miss having certain banking and postal services within reach. And I miss being a regular at a handful of restaurants and drink trucks in the area. The kopi-C at the new place doesn't kick the same. Visitors, under any circumstance avoid whatever passes for kopi-C at the food court. I'm sure the staff are nice hard-working people but the coffee is awful, even if it kicks... albeit in a different way.

Nevertheless, I save enough from not having to drive and park – go, My50 RapidPass! – but all that typically goes to food – still a huge weakness. I typically take my meals at the food court and a favourite destination is the nasi padang kiosk which gives discretionary discounts according to portion size, though not always. The chilli-fried potato wedges with spicy gravy, magnificent. After-lunch dessert is often kuih at any of the kopitiam-style establishments around the area plus iced kopi. Slightly cheaper eats can be had outside the mall but I'm comfortable where I am now.

Any savings have also been offset by too-frequent book-buying. I've been taking advantage of staff discounts (can I mention this?) to pick up any remotely interesting titles, even if I don't plan on reading them immediately. Shortly after my new posting, I had nearly settled my home loan and the exhilaration from that freedom plus the mental shift from lockdown mode drove me book-mad. I've been making up for lost time for about two years but the past few months have been serious. And there may be another factor…


Man at fifty goes for cataract surgery
Towards the end of last year my vision began to blur subtly. Closing one eye after another revealed that one eye had clouded over. But it was several weeks later when I went to my regular ophthalmologist that confirmed that eye had developed cataracts. The guy was startled. Cataracts, at my age? Too soon! While there was no rush, I felt something had to be done.

How's it like to have cataracts? When it's in one eye, the other does the heavy lifting though vision isn't sharp, and I'm nearsighted by default. I could still see but when I announced my intent to drive home for Chinese New Year, I got an earful. My parents and several relatives have been treated for cataracts and they were free with advice on what to do and avoid. Still, I was apprehensive about the surgery and any complications. I eventually went under the knife on a Friday.

Credit goes to the surgeon who's also my ophthalmologist and the anaesthetist though the latter complicated matters a little by insisting that I obtain a letter from an upper respiratory specialist due to my asthma and my request to be put under. While the examination was hitch-free and the letter dispatched, the anaesthetist decided to opt for sedation instead – less trouble and fewer side effects – and it turned out to be a better decision.

The drugs pumped into me may be one reason I can't remember what happened during surgery, which went smoothly – yay for retrograde amnesia. I was sent home with some eye drops, a list of things to note post-surgery, and an appointment to see the ophthalmologist the next day. From that examination, my binocular vision was now 20/20 though not what I would call sharp. Stairs would be a problem and I don't feel I could go back behind the wheel.

The eye, now fitted with a new lens, was no longer clouded. Am I allowed to also thank my company's insurance provider and the eye centre for arranging things behind the scenes and alleviating my anxiety? It helps a ton, considering the state of healthcare in the country.

A bonus from having to get my airway examined was a recommendation to use a sinus rinse, which has done wonders for my nose once I got over the fear of introducing bacteria into my brain through my nostrils. The effects last for days; slightly less after some time in public. Water does get stuck in my screwed-up sinuses for a bit but the pros win out. I won't be doing any rinsing until I get the okay from the ophthalmologist who I'll be seeing again this coming Saturday.

I'm also at risk of developing glaucoma but that's for another day – the ophthalmologist is supposed to be a glaucoma specialist as well, so I should be covered. Maybe this is another reason I've been buying more books than I should, to distract from my ageing and burgeoning eye problems. Maybe that growing stack assures me that I'll have something to go back to after surgery, that things will return to normal.

But you know, I doubt they will.


The fear of going blind crops up now and then since I learnt of my susceptibility to glaucoma, prompting me to wonder if I didn't put enough effort to see all the world has to offer, if I hadn't made the most of my time with sight by gorging on every vista, portrait, every line of prose. However, I'm old enough to recognise that this is not a personal failing as long as you believe you've seen and done enough thus far. Some sights you have the (mis)fortune to see, others are perhaps better left unseen.

For now, I'll strive to make the most of what little time I have left with sight. That to-be-read pile won't read itself. So many new books to explore, so much talent waiting in the wings, so much history yet to unfold. Who could close their eyes on all that?