New lenses installed here to replace the cataracts. One each in both eyes, installed a week apart. Research suggests the operation is quite routine now with very low negative side effects. The ophthalmologist suggested the cataract replacement years before my eyesight deteriorated to the point where I felt symptoms. That way I didn't need to endure eyesight fogging up.
You made me cringe. Like, literally, cringe. If someone sticks something in my eye, my first instinct is to stick a fist into their eye. It seems like the appropriate response, but it'll quickly get you kicked out of their office. So, I don't actually get to punch them in the face. I just want to punch them in the face.
There are very few things like that. I'll jump off high things. I'll climb into holes in the ground. Heck, I'll eat street food in Vietnam. I'm a bit old now, so I don't go getting involved in brawls -- but that's because I lack patience and can't risk being nice about it.
Another thing is cotton balls. I can't stand the feeling. If available, I'll use tweezers to pull the cotton out of a new bottle of ibuprofen. However, I can also ask the missus to do it for me.
I seriously don't like something touching my eyes.
Over the years, the eyes detection of color is through a gradually yellowing up of the lens.
This is more true with men than women, interestingly enough. Men's eyes have fewer rods in them than women's do.
I'm partially colorblind. It has grown worse as I age, but it's not complete colorblindness. I just have issues with parts of the spectrum. My eyes were good enough to serve in the military, so they were better at one point in my life.
I didn't know (I'll add more on that) I was even partially colorblind.
What happened is that people kept on arguing with me about colors. It even got a bit 'heated' when the then-lady-friend brought home orange and white checkered curtains. I didn't actually mind that they were orange; I just thought it was a strange choice of colors.
Well, she had a bit of a fit and I was less than polite about how she was responding to me. Again, I reminded her that I didn't care that they were orange. Orange was fine by me.
But people kept telling me that the curtains were, in fact, red and white.
I decided they can't all be wrong, so I went to get tested. Sure enough, I'm partially colorblind.
On that note, with all of the older men on this forum, a bunch of you are also colorblind. You just don't know it. We have fewer rods to start with. Studies have shown that colorblindness is woefully under-reported. People in the studies had no idea that they were colorblind.
Not all colorblindness means that you see just shades of gray. In fact, that type of colorblindness is extremely rare. What's not as rare is the colorblindness I have. In my case, I have issues with the yellow spectrum and the blue spectrum. The green's have degraded but are still working more or less.
Where my issues become more obvious is when things are between the primary colors. Reds can be orange. Blues can be black. That sort of stuff.
The studies show that 8% of men have issues with seeing colors properly.
Very few will ever ask a professional about it. The 8% is based on (many/repeatable) studies that sample a large number of people. It's very different if you're a female. If you're a female, the odds of being even partially colorblind are 0.5%. Simple math says that we menfolk are far more likely to be affected than ladies.
That's like 1/12 of men. One person out of twelve... Well, one male out of twelve. (Women are in the 1/200 range.)
And, well, that's a long reply...
