The End Is The Beginning Is the End
Never mind how cool that song might or might not be.
Someone called me the other night and gave me a verbal lashing about not keeping anyone who still might be reading this up to date on what's going on with my eyes. Mea Culpa.
For the most part, the left eye is fine. There was a brief mishap involving pressure of the eye, but that's been smoothed over and there've been no further issues with the eye itself. Here I am, waddling up on the second week after the surgery, and the eye is doing quite well.
I don't expect it to be fully healed for another month or so, and then there'll be aftereffects of the medicine that I need to shake off for another week, but that's all right in line with what the nice man tells me at the doctor's office.
There is so much different now in my world, some of it better and some of it worse. I'm hoping that the eye heals without incident and that my vision improves juuuust a smidge more. That's all I want. Under the physical circumstances, that's not unreasonable. I cannot describe what the neurological and psychological consequences of the operation have been with any ease. Trying to explain to someone how you see is...difficult. My wife has some grasp of what my world has become, but only because she devoted herself to understanding my eyes and how they function many years ago. My world is different. I would say that I'm not sure if it's better now, or with a contact lens...before or after. I would say that... except that when I open my eyes in the morning, I can see my clock out of the left one without incident.
The operation on the right eye has been postponed for four to six months, just to be miles and miles away from 'The Safe Side.'
Thank you all once again for the warm wishes, the thoughts and the prayers, the donettes and the pizza and your presence in general.
Someone called me the other night and gave me a verbal lashing about not keeping anyone who still might be reading this up to date on what's going on with my eyes. Mea Culpa.
For the most part, the left eye is fine. There was a brief mishap involving pressure of the eye, but that's been smoothed over and there've been no further issues with the eye itself. Here I am, waddling up on the second week after the surgery, and the eye is doing quite well.
I don't expect it to be fully healed for another month or so, and then there'll be aftereffects of the medicine that I need to shake off for another week, but that's all right in line with what the nice man tells me at the doctor's office.
There is so much different now in my world, some of it better and some of it worse. I'm hoping that the eye heals without incident and that my vision improves juuuust a smidge more. That's all I want. Under the physical circumstances, that's not unreasonable. I cannot describe what the neurological and psychological consequences of the operation have been with any ease. Trying to explain to someone how you see is...difficult. My wife has some grasp of what my world has become, but only because she devoted herself to understanding my eyes and how they function many years ago. My world is different. I would say that I'm not sure if it's better now, or with a contact lens...before or after. I would say that... except that when I open my eyes in the morning, I can see my clock out of the left one without incident.
The operation on the right eye has been postponed for four to six months, just to be miles and miles away from 'The Safe Side.'
Thank you all once again for the warm wishes, the thoughts and the prayers, the donettes and the pizza and your presence in general.