Blurry to Blind/Bright - The Night Before

It is like writing your will on a death bed. Why must one pretend to be macho when one is about to die? I must confess; I am afraid; because, for the last few days, there has been a continual flash of dreams of all possible things that could go wrong with the operation. What if the power goes off in the middle of the surgery? I must remember to check The Hindu tomorrow to see if there is a maintenance power shutdown in Nungambakam. What if the doctor mistook right eye’s x-ray as the left eye’s x-ray and the left eye’s x-ray as the right eye’s x-ray as in Mr. Bean at the dentistry? I called up a doctor friend of mine to check the operating doctor’s credentials (a bit late, but late than never) only to find that her number has been terminated. I went to Sathyam to watch Kanna moochi yenada (kanna moochi??) to distract myself. (This could very well be my last movie. How I love movies! Are there Braille movies? I have never heard of them.) But then only the damned surgical animation kept playing on my head. When I think of my head; what if a bunch of hair from my forehead fell into my eyes? I must remember to tonsure it early in the morning tomorrow. A million thoughts. But beyond all that I only hope that I don’t faint on the operation table or run around the hospital road in the green apron with a group of doctors and nurses chasing me. Good luck, doctor.