Had my yearly exam today.

Pleased to report the… eye … is doing fine.

(The left one is, anyway…)

The right one,

as it has been for almost 78 years

is blind

but for a fading upstage light

and the wiggling of dark and squiggly objects

dancing in front of that mysterious vagueness.

So, I’ll take it…. that report… that is.

And,

the vertigo,

caused by a sudden, perfect-storm-combination

of partial blindness,

worsening hearing

and increasing older-ly-ing-ness

is pretty well gone for now!

(Thank-you very much

BENCH-MARK PHYSICAL THERAPY-

SOUTHPORT, NC, 28461)

But the right leg,

after a recent, spectacular

two and a half front gainer with a twist, shaken and stirred, over my desk chair

after tripping on the plastic rug beneath its wheels,

thereby resulting in, quote,

“…the mother of all ham-string-tendon-and-muscle

sprains, rips and pops,”

(thus spoke the radiological wiz-kid at Novant Health, Wilmington, NC….

(zip code unknown)

STILL HURTS!!!

And walking is more agonizing than the painful chore

it was after my left-knee-replacment four years ago.

So my post-cateract surgery left eye has it!

The First Prize for

the most-wrecked but best-healed

anatomical part of my body!

(There are other…”parts”… but this is a family show)

So, I accept my unsought prize with all humility.

and the promise to keep an eye out for any

serrupticious throw rug left

mined around the house.

For I’ve come to accept that

fate and an inescapable, built-in-obselesence

will have their way,

come what may.