Being 60:5

I’m not really sure if this has anything to do with being 60 or if it’s just one of those things that could happen before or after you reach that age, but this week I have been having a horrid time with my left eye. I can see black spots and floaty bits, even cobwebs, and occasionally a flashing light. I went to the ACREC to be sure that my eye wasn’t falling apart and they said that no, it was a question of age. Thanks.

Actually the story is worse than that. I have a complete phobia about eyes, I always have. It all came back to me how my brothers used to torture me with stories about eyes and I would run away, or block my ears or cry. I have no idea why I have this phobia but there it is and it’s why I was incredibly pathetic, even at the grand old age of 60, when the doctor wanted to dilate my pupils and have a look at my retinas with some ghastly lens. Well, I never managed that, I have to admit it. And the doctor was so nice, he couldn’t even get me to take the glaucoma test, I was a quaking wreck by this time. The last time I had a glaucoma test the doctor was horrible and bossy and took absolutely no nonsense and so he managed it on that occasion. Obviously I need to be treated badly.

It was my first trip to the ACREC, the Association for the Blind Rehabilitation Center (in English). It’s an eye clinic in Cuernavaca that is a non profit organisation, set up to help people with vision problems, charging people with money a small fee and those with limited resources nothing at all. What you pay is actually a donation and it helps the centre to be able to help others. Naturally, with such a high incidence of diabetes in the country the number of people with eye problems is pretty high. Hence the good work of the ACREC. The doctors are from Mexico City and other places, they donate their services too, or charge very little but are all exceedingly good. You get to see the doctor specialised in what your partícular problem might be. The whole place is run in a most efficient way, even though you have to wait a bit, but it’s really really good.

Having said all that I am so ashamed of myself for freaking out. If I should ever have a cataract then they would have to give me a general anaesthetic to cope with it. It's interesting because the feelings and fears that one has as a child stay with you until you're older, in this case 60. Dammit. 


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