Mis-matched eyes

This is a picture I painted a year or two ago to illustrate my American neice's poem 'Smoke and Mirrors'. The face has mis-matched eyes and a doleful expression and that near enough represents me these days. 

My eye that has been operated on sees bright clear images, the other sees small blurry objects bathed in muddy gold. This mental confusion makes me lose my balance, feel swimmy-headed and cross-eyed. Hopefully, when the other eye has also had the vitreous jelly sucked out and a new lens inserted I'll be on an even keel and can throw my bloody stick away. Humph.