Looking Back: My Bubble and Eye Part 2

I believe I left off two weeks ago, in my bubble story, with the fact that I was finally on my way home from Calgary, courtesy of my dear friend Herald Kane, overseer of my eyeball surgery journey, with all its tricky twists and turns. The edict from the Mitchell Eye Centre, on leaving there, was that I was not to ride in the passenger seat in case there was an incident with an airbag. Really? Well, I can tell you that riding head down with my face planted in that foam doughnut, in the back seat of his Nissan was pretty damn uncomfortable. When you are able to see ahead while travelling you mentally and physically adjust to the small nuances of a rocking car. But when you can’t see, you don’t know what is coming at any given moment. It is kind of like getting thrown around in a stagecoach. It didn’t help that Herald was used to driving in Los Angeles traffic so weaving in and out is normal.