The question is not what you look at, but what you see.
The question is not what you look at, but what you see. - Henry David Thoreau
And it's amazing. I'll start with the positive. The knowledge that all this is so totally worth it. The fact that I am sitting here typing on the keyboard with no glasses at all. Things are still a bit fuzzy with text, but I can SEE.
I borrowed my bossmans reading glasses and wow! Even better. :)
But as for the surgery yesterday.... not so great this time around. And my left eye is really dry and I'm having to pour drops in it like every thirty minutes. I see a fuzzy shadow on my peripheral vision to the left. This is common apparently. They even asked me if I saw that on my right eye last week. Somehow I didn't on that eye but I do on this one. It's where the incision is and it will go away as the cornea heals.
I should have known things were going to go bad when I got there. Your first inclination when you walk in and see less people waiting is a good thing. But not always so. I got checked in and taken back for prep much quicker than last week.
But my nurse was not the greatest. Apparently she'd never heard of this procedure. And she kept asking when my last surgery was on my left eye. I had to explain to her 3 times that this was the first one. And she kept on about it because it said "Clear Lens Exchange". I finally had to explain it to her.
It all went downhill from there. Really, really downhill. They rushed me around. Changed my number (they give you a number when you go back there, like what order your in) and moved me up. One nurse walks up and looks at my eye and says, "Oh we're going to move her up. Her eye is more dilated than the other one."
Bottom line: They didn't give me as much numbing drops, apparently botched the anesthesia, and made it a miserable experience. People, I could see what was happening and I could feel some of it. Not cool!
I kept moving my eye and the doctor started yelling at me to stop moving and I'm pretty much paralyzed in both horror and fear. He leans down and yells in my ear, "Are you awake?!" I give a meek little yes, and then he's yelling at the anesthesiologist, "What did you give her? Check her chart, what did she have last time." I never made out what the anesthesiologist said. But I'm all freaking out in both horror and pain. The nurse is rubbing my arm and telling me to stay still.
I couldn't even speak after it was over with. And then because of whatever they did give me, I was all emotional about it. I was crying at the end and so close to hyperventilating. My blood pressure was like 160/95 when they took me to recovery. The scrub nurse came back afterwards and asked if I was okay. All I could do was shake my head that I was okay.
I know it was stupid not to say something but I was on the verge of a total emotional breakdown and I did not want to have one there with tons of people around.
Anyway, my eye was burning hurting worse when I got home. Had to turn around and go back to the doctor. Turns out my left eye is really dried out. So I've been soaking it with artificial tears since last night.
It's much better this morning and I can see good, so I know it's not the implant. I guess I will tell the nurse about the trouble yesterday but I really don't know how I'm going to handle it. I don't even want to see the doctor. It's like an acute PTSD times 10. Even thinking about it I feel like I might hyperventilate and my eyes are tearing up like I want to cry.
So I figure I'm in for a complete emotional breakdown at the doctors office this morning.
But I know it will be worth it in the end. It already is.