Saturday, September 16, 2006

Nip-and-Tuck, Ta Da...

I should be talking about my newest release, The Sultan’s Revenge, going on sale this weekend at

Instead, I’ll regale you with my adventures as a nip-and-tuck patient. Not the TV program—reality.

Around ten years ago, my ophthalmologist commented that I should have surgery on my eyelids to correct some loose skin that drooped down and interfered with my peripheral vision. I put it off. I was busy, I didn’t want any surgery, and it would have been expensive.

Fast forward to earlier this year when I began to notice my view of things at the side had become restricted. Slamming a cupboard door into the side of my face was a good clue. Brushing my fingers across a hot pan, while cooking, was another, especially since it happened more than once. LOL

This time, the doctor told me the surgery had become a medical necessity, so the date—August 29th—was set and I had the “Nip-and-Tuck,” done.

The trickiest part, for me, was coming home with my eyes bandaged from that morning until the next morning at 9 a.m.. No fancy suite of rooms with nurses in attendance like the rich and famous seem to favor.

I learned:
Labels on the back of clothes are great for knowing which way is correct.
Panties with labels in a side seam are trickier.
To put toothpaste on your brush, hold the head with bristles up, and add toothpaste—to brush and fingers.
It’s possible to put butter and honey on your toast if you don’t mind sticky fingers.
And lots more…

Believe me, it gave me a new appreciation for any and all accomplishments made by a blind person.

What a relief when the bandages came off. Of course, both eyelids and below the eyes was bruised and swollen. That’s when the jokes began, such as, “Who popped you?” My white-haired, 80 years old husband said, “People will think I worked you over.”

The doctor was right; my peripheral vision is much improved.

And, as an author, the experience gave me an experience I may use one day in a story.

Warm Regards,

Barbara Clark