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As always, it’s easy to take the good things in life for granted.

A few months ago, I took a knock in the eye. For several hours, my vision was blurred—like it has been for almost 20 years prior.

Remember dry eyes. Red eyes. Contacts at night. Contacts in the morning. Staggering fuzzly around the house in between. Feeling of dependency on a small, floopy piece of plastic. The unplanned naps, after which you had to peel the things out like a suction cup off jello.

A knock to the eye, and it all came back—the old feeling of being broken. The new feeling of how lucky I was to live in an amazing era where we can actually fix this. How lucky I was to have the wavefront surgery go well (About 88% of those where I got it done end up with 20/20 or better).

Peering out with fuzzy vision through one eye, I scolded myself for not being more thankful.

Then, after a few hours, whatever swelling was causing the blur got better. False alarm. I was back to good.

In the fall of 2002 I got Lasik. Good doc—Dr. Lin at Pacific Laser Eye Centre up in Vancouver, BC. I’d recommend him.

I’m lucky. And thankful. But not often enough.

We all know pop is evil. But it’s everywhere, and that high-fructose, caffine-rich, sugary slush is hard to resist.

Tea was able to do it for me. I love all the black varieties: Earl Grey, Ceylon, even interesting varieties like the smoked Lapsang Souchong tea.

Stash is a cheap brand for bagged tea, but their on-line store has a great selection of loose leaf.

Now, I wonder what that 5-6 cups of tea-caffine I’ve been getting the last 2-3 years is doing to me …

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