It’s 1st of November and I’m typing this sprawled on my bed with the curtains drawn and a pair of sun visors firmly lodged on my face. My douche-bag indoor glasses I call them.
31st October 2013 is forever to be remembered as the day when I phased out my glasses and exposed my eyes to the world.
The surgery went well although it was terrifying. It was alright up till the point when I lay down on Surgery Bed #1 (there were two) and the doctor pointed a light in my eye, and put a suction thing onto my eyeballs. That was the moment when I realized that I may have made the worst mistake of my seeing life (assuming that the point forth I would lose my sight) and my eyeballs then struggled for their lives. They did not make it. I must have used three patients’ supply of local anaesthetic for each eye, but finally the doctor and 2 nurses were able to put the suction on.
I was really tense and they knew it, and I must say that the bedside manner of both doctors and nurses were very comforting. Someone put a hand on my tightly clasped hands.
I had to look at some lights, at which point some lasers were beamed at my cornea, creating a flap. After both flaps were created (with much reluctance from my eyeballs), I clambered onto Surgery Bed #2. The corneal flap was lifted, I was instructed to look at some lights again, and then I saw some white lights shooting into my eyes in rapid succession – it was almost therapeutic actually – and then the right eye was done. The doctor readjusted the flap and smoothed it down.
Repeat for the left eye.
The doctor said that the surgery went perfectly. I wasn’t very sure if she says that to everyone, but I was relieved in any case. She also informed me that my friend waiting outside was close to crying. At which point I saw The Boyfriend standing on the other side of the glass window of the operating theatre – he had been there for the entire operation though I didn’t know. He later commented that it was also exceedingly scary for him because he watched the operation through the screen with my (valiant) eyeballs magnified.
A shuttle was arranged for us to get back home from The Curve. My eyes smarted a whole lot, and was unable to process any sort of light, so the rest of the evening we spent in almost darkness. The Boyfriend cooked curry for dinner, but since I couldn’t process curry either, he ended up making an extra portion of mashed potatoes and a boiled egg for me. Eye drops for inflammation and antibiotics.
I really do think I’ve got the awesomest boyfriend in the world. He cleaned the entire house before the operation because I said that I needed to be in a dust free environment, and he was there the entire time, and took really good care of me post-op.
The cats have been awesome too.
This morning I went for a check up again and the doctor said that everything is progressing well, I did the eye test and to my surprise, I aced the test. Saw all the letters on the wall except for those that are too small to be seen by normal people anyway. I can’t help but think of all the possibilities and things in life that are now possible without my glasses sliding down my nose. Perhaps I’ll do that bungee jump again, this time with sight.