Mary is going to take me home and look after me while I recover because she has just had the same operation and she just knows how I feel.
I still have my hopstital gown on with a badge telling doctors which eye to work on. You never know these days they could do the wrong eye. I have my eye drops and a bunch of grapes. I didn't want to share any fish chips with my wrinkly friends but I wish they had remembered my honey.
At least i don't need to wear my blue glasses anymore.
I love my new pink slippers. When I am better I will be able to read the eye chart right down to the bottom line.