Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Eye surgery

It’s happening. I can’t put it off any longer. My twice-postponed eye surgery is at 7:30 tomorrow. It was scheduled first for December 21, but we would have had to go to Grapevine (a fur piece away) on the 22nd, when we were trying to get out of town. Besides, I didn’t think it smart to have a fairly complicated (at least to me) surgery and leave town two days later. So it was rescheduled for January 4.

By then, I had developed a real, old-fashioned cold. I didn’t think it would be cool to cough or sneeze during the procedure, besides which I was sure they wouldn’t want me and my germs in the surgery suite. Rescheduled for February 1, which at the time seemed like far enough away to be safe.

But now it’s happening. The problem traces to cataract surgery from 1986. The lens implanted at that time has come loose and gone wandering in my eye. The doctor said it’s rare—so why me? —and happens most often with lens that have been in place for a long time. Jordan cannot bear to hear the details or talk about it and is most grateful her next up sibling, brother Jamie, will be here tonight to take me at six in the morning. Hips she can handle; eyes not so much. Since she’s squeamish, I’ll spare everyone else the details.

Yes, I’m nervous. But the intake person I talked to today was most reassuring. By late morning tomorrow I should be home with a patch over my eye. Patch will come off Friday morning. Meantime Jamie will spend the day tomorrow, and Megan will arrive in late afternoon to stay until early Saturday morning. My eye is not really bringing her up from Austin but the death of a good friend’s father, with visitation on Friday. For me, though, it will be delightful to have them both here.

Will this improve my vision instantly? I don’t think so, but I’ll have to wait and see.

Bad things come in threes—I have now had my three, with the hip, the afib hospital stay, and the eye. I am good for another twenty years at least.

‘Night all. I have to get up at five, so I’m going to bed very early, having told you more than you want to know about my eye.


Becky Michael said...

Hoping that all will go well for you.

judyalter said...

Thank you.