Not my eyes

I took a few photos of my face with my eyes wide open, but they were too ridiculously weird to post, so, the flowers.
I have run into a bunch of "Old man ailments", lately.
Tomorrow I'm having cataract surgery which is starting to freak me out a bit.
Tuesday I'm having a spot on the side of my nose biopsied - my skin specialist said, Holy Shit! when he looked at it.
My GP has referred me to a urologist because my prostate is just a little bit too big. There are no real symptoms but my PSA number came back slightly higher than the GP would like, so, I've had an ultrasound examination of my prostate, bladder and kidneys, and now a referral.
In better news, we remembered my mother 12 after her passing by putting her ashes in the ground in our favourite park and planted a pink macadamia nearby. A bunch of relatives came along and we walked home and had a pleasant morning tea.
Mum liked pink so the flowers seem fitting.
OK I feel a bit better just getting that off my chest. No more grizzling.