Eye See You, Sort Of

I have said before that I turned fifty and starting falling apart, but I was partly joking. Yesterday I found out I have low-pressure glaucoma in my eyes and have already had loss of my field of vision. I have to have laser surgery to try to stop anymore damage, although the opthomologist kept reminding me that, although there is ongoing research being done for glaucoma, there is no "cure". She said the laser surgery shouldn't interfere with my other eye surgery at the Eye Foundation in August for lazy eye.
Then I'm still wobbling like a drunk person from the Meniere's, waking up at night with hot flashes. I have to go for a sleep study Sunday night because they suspect I have sleep apnea. I'm to the point of writing God and saying, "Ok, this body is shot, and I want another one. One I get to pick. I promise to take better care of the new one."
On the positive side, after a long discussion with my daughter over what a normal person eats, I did pretty good yesterday, and am keeping up with my food as Amy suggested. I think losing weight would help with a lot of things.
I took over doing the bills a couple of weeks ago. My husband had always kept the checkbook, and he had Spiderman checks and checkcover. So everytime I had to write a check, someone would ask me if I liked Spiderman. Since I took over it, I decided to get girlie checks. I ordered Cinderella's castle. They are so cute. He absolutely hates them.