During a difficult transition, sometimes it's hard to still recognize yourself

AUUGGH! Do not adjust your computer! No it's not Halloween. I haven't got rapid aging disease and even though I resemble a semi-finalist in a "Frankenstein's Bride" reality show competition, it wasn't my original intention to finagle a perfect match to the pioneering literary and silver-screen science fiction mega star.

Actually, the accompanying picture represents the mid-recovery phase of medical wizardry to tackle a condition informally known as droopy eyelids for which those belonging to me had apparently been endeavoring to create for some years.

In my case the phenomena had resulted in considerably reducing my level of peripheral vision. This fact taken in combination with a longtime prescription led to consultation with local plastic surgeons for possible improvement via surgery...

My biological ancestry comes directly from the great island nation of Japan circa the Meiji era (1868-1912) and I have a sneaking suspicion that several relatives on my mother's side of the family may have generously bequeathed a tendency to this condition along with other prominent genes.

It's equally possible that my father's family who share the same rich heritage might have made a small deposit. Meanwhile, throw in a percentage of normal wear and tear gained while the odd drummer and I beat our instruments and marched down the road of life with time and the earth's gravity as bonny companions.

Looking at my present visage in the mirror (see accompanying photo) it may take somewhat of a stretch to visualize any improvement, but I have been assured by my professional caregivers that the process is in hand.

Stay tuned for more details ....