T’other eye

After having cataracts removed from my left eye and seeing the great results, I was excited when they called to give me the date for my right eye.

It was a bit more of a humane time at 11:45 am so we were happy about that. I arrived early only to find out that there was a one-hour delay. That was fine I just sat there looking bored for over an hour while Rosalie drove off and had fun grocery shopping.

Other people were waiting, as I had already had one eye done I felt somewhat superior. I saw these poor folks shaking in their boots while I was all calm and collected, or so I thought.

After the preliminaries which included seven lots of eye drops and a blood pressure test which was a bit high but nothing to worry about, I was ready. I was offered a sedative but put I on my manly face and refused. They still insisted on that silly hair net thing though.

I walked into the operating room and was again greeted by that ‘here’s another victim’ look.

The Doctor was awesome but he does insist on singing along with the music that is designed to calm you down. I think it did the opposite

Very soon it was all over and I went for my post-op blood pressure test. I was surprised to see that it was 240/80. The nurse didn’t seem concerned until she saw my pre-op numbers. 160/70 which is normal for the stress a person is under. However, they have a practice where the numbers have to be within 20 points of each other so she gave me another test and that was only 180/70, so she let me go. My normal pressure is 120-130 so I must have been more stressed than I thought.

When he was finished, the surgeon put a plastic shield on the eye. I had to wear it until the next day and then only at night for the next week. It’s to prevent me from rubbing my eye during the night or poking myself in the eye with a pointy stick.

I have to take three different drops four times a day as well as finishing up the ones for my left eye that have another week to go. It’s all very confusing but between Rosalie and the many alarms we set, it’s working out well. I wish she would stop slipping in a few drops of lemon juice though.

The upshot is that the right eye is still a little swollen and a bit blurry, but the world is looking a lot brighter and I can already see better. I can’t wait to get to Mexico to see all the young chiquitas on the beach.