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Nearly my entire existence is centered around my last cataract surgery on my left eye. It happened last Friday morning, and it didn't turn out like the procedure performed on my right eye. With that procedure I could see out of my right eye pretty good immediately. Not the case with my left eye. It seems to be getting better, but I am still looking through a hazy film that obliterates the details of what I'm looking at. It makes seeing, and especially reading seem like a lotta work.
I've been taking lots of naps in order to rest my eyes. It's the only thing I know to do. I put some antibiotic drops in my eye and that gave me an upset stomach. I appear to be in some in between place from which I can't really settle down and follow my current interests. I'm always thinking about what I might be able to do to get comfortable.
My next post-op appointment for my eyes is next Thursday morning. I hope that by that time this film that I'm trying to see through will have dissipated. My medically-trained friend seems to think the problem I'm having has to do with my eye itself being swollen, and that as soon as it shrinks back to normal size then I'll be able to tell if the surgery was a success or not.
It's the way my stomach feels now that concerns me. The kefir I drank yesterday did not go down well. It just sit there in my belly not digesting like it does without the antibiotics. If you'll remember, I just got through taking a series of antibiotic tablets because of the rotten tooth that was causing me so much trouble. I thought my kefir was really helpful in bring my gut bacteria back into balance then.
There are psychological effects to this eye surgery that I have to deal with. With the first operation on my right eye my emotional investment came to a halt pretty much as soon as the patch came off and I could immediately see quite well right away. I thought, "Well, this may not be so bad at all, let's get the other eye done and get on with my life." It hasn't exactly worked out that way, but I still have some hope that it will. Eventually.
When I write my blog entries the text editor that came with the Mac operating system is the only software program showing on my monitor other than the desktop icons. TextEdit shows a white space for me to type on just like it was an empty sheet of paper. With my right eye I can see the letters I'm typing, and read them too. These days, without wearing eyeglasses.
With my left eye, I can see the white space and that I'm typing a row of letters, but it's difficult to read the words. It's better than yesterday, and yesterday it was a little better than the day before, but this a slow, worrisome process that I'd like to be totally unconcerned with. That's how I'll know my cataract operations were successful. I'll just be able to see what I'm looking at and not think twice about it.
It's enjoyable to think that's possible in the near future. That I'll be able to see the world around me again in living color. One of the ways I check that out is to go to the Lowe's store and walk up and down the aisle where they have merchandise boxed in all sorts of contrasting colors. Moreover, as I walk down the aisles I see signs on the walls at the end of the aisle that are nearly a hundred yards (91.44 M) away.
Previous to either cataract operation I couldn't read those signs even when I was wearing my eyeglasses. After I got the right eye done, I could close my left eye and read the signs, but only if I closed my left eye. Now, I can see the signs are there through my left eye, but I can't read what they say, and that interferes with how well I can see with my right eye. If it gets to the point I can close my right eye and read the signs with my left eye, I'll be healed.
That's what I want to be so. Even if I have to fool myself into thinking it is, when it's actually not. '-)
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