Industry Figure Tom Chappell

I got around to going to my retinal specialist again yesterday (oog, it’d been 2.5 years since the last time), and everything was pretty stable: the interocular pressure was 17-left, 24-right, just about exactly where it had been the last time, and my vision was still fine, although my left eye (the one that exploded in 1976) has a tiny, cute little cataract, which has gotten vaguely worse over the eight or so years that we’ve been tracking it, to the point where my best vision is in my evil, Y2K-explody eye — though I’m still totally legal to drive, on the strength of the left (worst) eye alone.

My retinal specialist said that things were so stable that I could cut back to seeing him annually, which would still be about 2.5x more often than I’ve been going.

Oh yeah, and the staff at his office made a huge fuss about how much weight I’d lost, more than 65 pounds since when they knew me well:

“You look…fantastic!”