Specifically, out of my control. I don’t know whether I’ll be flying to Florida later this week to spend a long weekend with family members who live there. No, it’s not a hurricane that might keep me grounded. (That’s so last week.) It’s a tiny gas bubble in my eye. A very-slowly-dissolving gas bubble inserted during eye surgery I had two months ago. [Relax. No details of the surgery are included here. I’ve found that people get squeamish about this.]
My arm sports a green bracelet about that gas bubble — a warning to medical people, and a reminder to me:
As long as the bubble is in my eye, I’m not allowed to fly or even go higher than 1,000 feet by any means. No mountain climbing. (Of course, I’ve only climbed mountains in a car or on a ski lift.) Any temptation I have to cheat quickly goes away when I re-read this part of my green bracelet: “…change in atmospheric pressure may cause an increase in IOP [intraocular pressure] resulting in blindness.”
Blindness? No thank you. Last week my eye doctor estimated there was about 10% of the bubble left, and it’s been looking a little smaller the last few days. But will it be gone by the time I’m supposed to fly away?
I have my plane ticket and car rental reservation. But will I be on that plane? Not if even a tiny part of the bubble is still in my eye. That would be a risk not worth taking.
My plans are out of my control.
(To be honest, they usually are.)
Update: The bubble didn’t go away in time, so I stayed here in Ohio. I’m glad I planned to fly Southwest Airlines. There was no cancellation fee and I can use the money I’d paid for this ticket to travel on a future Southwest flight. I think I’ll fly to California in the Spring and visit family members there.