A perfect 10?

 During the past two weeks, due to complications from recent cataract surgery on top of long ago glaucoma surgery and a spike in pressure in my right eye (my good eye, the one I can see to drive with) I have been through a series of procedures.  At multiple appointments during the two weeks my eye has been needled, punctured, deflated, re-inflated, injected with 'goo,' ringed and stitched.  I've had such a variety of drops in my eye that I feel like a test bunny.  Many, many thanks to friends and family who drove me to all these appointments, and, more importantly, waited around and drove me home again.  But today, tah dah!!, I drove myself to my appointment, then to a meeting, then to the grocery store.  I feel so liberated!  And here's the really good part, the pressure in each eye was 10, just exactly where it should be.  This is the closest I will ever be to being a perfect 10, but I'll take it.