Husband has his second cataract surgery today on his left eye. His right eye is really improving with some surprising sequelae. He says that it feels like his brain is being washed with light and color now. We have a pretty good division of labor when it comes to cleaning house. I dust and do laundry. He vacuums, and folds and puts away the laundry. We both clean the kitchen. On Saturday Husband noticed, for the first time in a long time, how many crumbs were on the upholstered seats of the dining room chairs, and he vacuumed them. He ordered me out of the kitchen twice over the weekend as his vision has improved to the point that he needs far less help from me while he cooks.
I remember hearing the shock and anguish from people, usually women, who have cataract surgery and realize how dusty their homes became as their vision worsened. I am a fairly lackadaisical duster, and I must admit that I let it go for far longer than I should. I suppose Husband’s improved vision means I will have to dust more often since he can actually see how dusty things get now. His improved quality of life means more work for me!
What have been some unexpected sequelae after improvements in your life?