Yes, I should have been a doctor. Just imagine the sheer amount of disease, death and destruction that would run rampant in the world if only I'd entered the profession.
Leaving which aside, I do indeed, as I thought, have a cataract in my right eye. The next step, given I've been referred directly to the hospital since it's badly interfering with my vision (or doing it very effectively, depending on your definition of these things) is an appointment with the surgeon to determine the best way to deal with it, given I'm extremely short-sighted and it's not just a question of whipping the cataract out of one eye and shoving a new lens in.
And that appointment could take a while, given first of all they have to add you to the actual waiting list; and as they're extremely busy, they'll do their best to delay that for as long as they can. In the meantime, painting is going to be a bit more difficult, and reading very difficult indeed.
As I may have mentioned before, ageing is just a bad idea all round.