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Haduhhh, kacamata saya
jatuh dan retak! Kata mbak Nen, Mama kacamatanya kok ada kelap-kelipnya (haaa itu retakkkkk,
Saco-Indonesia.com.-Haduhhh, kacamata saya jatuh dan
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Mencari di Jerman susah karena
memang hidung orang Jerman tidak sama dengan hidung saya. Modelnya juga Europe minded. Saya
pengen yang mata kucing, panjang almond. Hiks, nasib.
Oh. Saya baru memakai kacamata pada umur 30 tahun, itupun serasa tersiksa.
Kok ada yang
nyantol. Meski hanya minus 1 dan minus 0,5, ini harus dipakai saat berkendara.
Blereng … jarak jauh terasa kabur kalau kacamata ketinggalan.
Huh. Saya memang malas memakainya sehari-hari karena seperti ada yang mengganjal
disudut mata dekat hidung. Ingin pakai lensa mata, takut. Banyak cerita yang tidak mengerikan
terdengar di telinga saya.
Saya imbangi dengan memakan wortel
mentah sebanyak-banyaknya. Yaaaa … jadi merasa seperti kelinci. Untung gang rumah kami
tidak sempit. Bukan gang kelinci atau gang senggol.
Yaiy. Orang kedua yang memakai kacamata di rumah kami adalah anak sulung. Setelah saya
periksakan di Augen Zentrum, pusat pemeriksaan mata di RS kota Tuttlingen (dengan
rekomendasi dokter umum kampung kami), ditemukan bahwa ia plus 2. Walahhhh … kok sama
dengan Eyang kakung di Semarang? Tapinya si kakek tahun ini telah menginjak umur 74 tahun. Dia
waktu itu baru berumur 10 tahun ….
oleh dokter diberikan resep kacamata. Setelahnya, kami menuju toko optik di alun-alun kota.
Disana berjajar beberapa toko yang menjual barang yang sama. Kami memilih salah satu rekomendasi
Begitu memasuki ruangan, kami disambut dengan senyuman
dan ucapan halus, “Was kann ich für Sie tun?“ (ingat
kisah cara kakek Jerman membahagiakan nenek …). Artinya, ada yang bisa saya bantu?
Saya jelaskan maksud kedatangan kami dan memberikan resep. Si
anak disuruh memilih bingkai kacamata mana yang ia sukai. Ia memilih yang berwarna kuning
cleret hitam dari yang diperlihatkan di etalase nul tariff. Setelah dicoba, pas, si
embak memberikan kertas pengambilan.
Kacamata gratis untuk anak Jerman dibawah umur 18
Disana tertera … NUL TARIFF alias GRATIS!
Wow, saya tanyakan lagi apakah benar seperti itu. Sekali lagi, si embak
yang cantik tersenyum dan mengatakan memang ketentuan di Jerman seperti itu. Anak dibawah umur
18 tahun gratis. Bingkainya memang khusus, kalau permintaan khusus bermerk, lain
Seminggu kemudian, kami
mengambilnya. Anak kami mencobanya. Si embak lagi-lagi tersenyum ramaaaah sekali. Oooo …
ini image bagus toko optik F, ya? Makanya kondang.
Setelah beberapa menit mencoba dan mematut diri di depan cermin, si embak membenahi bingkai
agar pas melekat ditelinga.
Si embak menanyakan apakah mau dimasukkan etui tempat
kacamata hadiah dari toko, atau dipakai saja. Si anak mengangguk dan mengambil kotak yang
diberikan si embak.
Kata dokter yang
memeriksanya, ini akan diuji selama 9 bulan, periksa lagi apakah masih sama atau berubah dan
mengganti kacamata dengan yang baru atau tidak. Sekian lama, untung tidak tambah, malah lebih
baik kondisi matanya.
Wah, asyik ya? Jika asuransi yang dipilih orang di Indonesia
bisa meng-cover semua bea kesehatan untuk anak-anak dibawah umur 18 tahun. Saya tidak
tahu apakah di tanah air juga demikian untuk kacamata anak-anak …. Kompasianer di tanah
air pasti lebih tahu.
tariff, saya sarankan anak-anak yang perempuan untuk mencintai matanya dengan membaca di
tempat yang terang, banyak makan wortel (saya iris kecil-keciiiiiiiiiiil dalam lumpia atau sup
yang dimakan), jus jeruk campur wortel (instan) dan makanan-minuman-buah-sayur yang mengandung
vitamin A lainnya. Namanya anak-anak … susah dari awalnya, semoga terbiasa. Mari jaga
mata kita. (G76)
Ruth Rendell, Novelist Who Thrilled and Educated, Dies at 85
Ms. Rendell was a prolific writer of intricately plotted mystery novels that combined psychological insight, social conscience and teeth-chattering terror.
Meet Mago, Former Heavyweight
GREENWICH, Conn. — Mago is in the bedroom. You can go in.
The big man lies on a hospital bed with his bare feet scraping its bottom rail. His head is propped on a scarlet pillow, the left temple dented, the right side paralyzed. His dark hair is kept just long enough to conceal the scars.
The occasional sounds he makes are understood only by his wife, but he still has that punctuating left hand. In slow motion, the fingers curl and close. A thumbs-up greeting.
This is Magomed Abdusalamov, 34, also known as the Russian Tyson, also known as Mago. He is a former heavyweight boxer who scored four knockouts and 14 technical knockouts in his first 18 professional fights. He preferred to stand between rounds. Sitting conveyed weakness.
But Mago lost his 19th fight, his big chance, at the packed Theater at Madison Square Garden in November 2013. His 19th decision, and his last.
Now here he is, in a small bedroom in a working-class neighborhood in Greenwich, in a modest house his family rents cheap from a devoted friend. The air-pressure machine for his mattress hums like an expectant crowd.
Today is like any other day, except for those days when he is hurried in crisis to the hospital. Every three hours during the night, his slight wife, Bakanay, 28, has risen to turn his 6-foot-3 body — 210 pounds of dead weight. It has to be done. Infections of the gaping bedsore above his tailbone have nearly killed him.
Then, with the help of a young caretaker, Baka has gotten two of their daughters off to elementary school and settled down the toddler. Yes, Mago and Baka are blessed with all girls, but they had also hoped for a son someday.
They feed Mago as they clean him; it’s easier that way. For breakfast, which comes with a side of crushed antiseizure pills, he likes oatmeal with a squirt of Hershey’s chocolate syrup. But even oatmeal must be puréed and fed to him by spoon.
He opens his mouth to indicate more, the way a baby does. But his paralysis has made everything a choking hazard. His water needs a stirring of powdered food thickener, and still he chokes — eh-eh-eh — as he tries to cough up what will not go down.
Mago used to drink only water. No alcohol. Not even soda. A sip of juice would be as far as he dared. Now even water betrays him.
With the caretaker’s help, Baka uses a washcloth and soap to clean his body and shampoo his hair. How handsome still, she has thought. Sometimes, in the night, she leaves the bedroom to watch old videos, just to hear again his voice in the fullness of life. She cries, wipes her eyes and returns, feigning happiness. Mago must never see her sad.
When Baka finishes, Mago is cleanshaven and fresh down to his trimmed and filed toenails. “I want him to look good,” she says.
Theirs was an arranged Muslim marriage in Makhachkala, in the Russian republic of Dagestan. He was 23, she was 18 and their future hinged on boxing. Sometimes they would shadowbox in love, her David to his Goliath. You are so strong, he would tell her.
His father once told him he could either be a bandit or an athlete, but if he chose banditry, “I will kill you.” This paternal advice, Mago later told The Ventura County Reporter, “made it a very easy decision for me.”
Mago won against mediocre competition, in Moscow and Hollywood, Fla., in Las Vegas and Johnstown, Pa. He was knocked down only once, and even then, it surprised more than hurt. He scored a technical knockout in the next round.
It all led up to this: the undercard at the Garden, Mike Perez vs. Magomed Abdusalamov, 10 rounds, on HBO. A win, he believed, would improve his chances of taking on the heavyweight champion Wladimir Klitschko, who sat in the crowd of 4,600 with his fiancée, the actress Hayden Panettiere, watching.
Wearing black-and-red trunks and a green mouth guard, Mago went to work. But in the first round, a hard forearm to his left cheek rocked him. At the bell, he returned to his corner, and this time, he sat down. “I think it’s broken,” he repeatedly said in Russian.
Maybe at that point, somebody — the referee, the ringside doctors, his handlers — should have stopped the fight, under a guiding principle: better one punch too early than one punch too late. But the bloody trade of blows continued into the seventh, eighth, ninth, a hand and orbital bone broken, his face transforming.
Meanwhile, in the family’s apartment in Miami, Baka forced herself to watch the broadcast. She could see it in his swollen eyes. Something was off.
After the final round, Perez raised his tattooed arms in victory, and Mago wandered off in a fog. He had taken 312 punches in about 40 minutes, for a purse of $40,000.
In the locker room, doctors sutured a cut above Mago’s left eye and tested his cognitive abilities. He did not do well. The ambulance that waits in expectation at every fight was not summoned by boxing officials.
Blood was pooling in Mago’s cranial cavity as he left the Garden. He vomited on the pavement while his handlers flagged a taxi to St. Luke’s-Roosevelt Hospital. There, doctors induced a coma and removed part of his skull to drain fluids and ease the swelling.
Then came the stroke.
It is lunchtime now, and the aroma of puréed beef and potatoes lingers. So do the questions.
How will Mago and Baka pay the $2 million in medical bills they owe? What if their friend can no longer offer them this home? Will they win their lawsuits against the five ringside doctors, the referee, and a New York State boxing inspector? What about Mago’s future care?
Most of all: Is this it?
A napkin rests on Mago’s chest. As another spoonful of mush approaches, he opens his mouth, half-swallows, chokes, and coughs until it clears. Eh-eh-eh. Sometimes he turns bluish, but Baka never shows fear. Always happy for Mago.
Some days he is wheeled out for physical therapy or speech therapy. Today, two massage therapists come to knead his half-limp body like a pair of skilled corner men.
Soon, Mago will doze. Then his three daughters, ages 2, 6 and 9, will descend upon him to talk of their day. Not long ago, the oldest lugged his championship belt to school for a proud show-and-tell moment. Her classmates were amazed at the weight of it.
Then, tonight, there will be more puréed food and pulverized medication, more coughing, and more tender care from his wife, before sleep comes.
He half-smiles, raises his one good hand, and forms a fist.