Of all the important functions in my life, seeing is at the top of the list.
I had thyroid surgery two years ago and it took my singing voice; so, my eyes are extremely precious. I greatly appreciate having my sight.
Lately, my vision hasn’t been behaving like it normally should have been. I could see…it just was not really clear. While driving, I could read street signs. They just looked like they had a gold film across them.
The world wasn’t as bright as it should have been!
So, a couple weeks ago, I decided to visit the eye doctor.
She told me to make an appointment with an ophthalmologist eye surgeon.
I am far too young for cataracts. I remember my mom having cataract surgery in her late eighties. Those are for elderly people- right? Wrong!
My husband had the surgery last year. My dearest friend had it done the year before.
I did my due diligence.
I read an excellent booklet on cataracts.
I took excellent notes.
I talked to everyone familiar with the surgery.
One of my friends is a nurse. I could not believe what she told me. Just 50 years ago, cataract surgery meant a week’s hospital stay, with sand bags positioned on the sides of your head so you couldn’t move your head for a week after surgery. She promised me they have come a long way.
So, armed with all the necessary ammunition, I bravely faced the surgeon two days ago.
Left eye done.
Nothing turned out like my inquiries predicted. There was a little more pain than anticipated, more swelling, more pressure – overall, a less than pleasant experience.
However, the staff was wonderful, and the follow-up is exceptional.
I DO remember talking during surgery. It was something about being on a date with Omar Sharif.
I have learned:
No two recovery outcomes are exactly the same. When I have any procedure, it will not be like anyone else’s. Having had Lasik surgery 12 years ago may have slowed my healing process. A small amount of pain will not prevent me from taking care of my eyes.
I will have my right eye done in a couple months.
The down side is I’m out of commission for a week! (No make-up allowed)
The good news is I can see very clearly from my left eye. The “gold film” is gone!
Also, Duane is much better looking than I remembered.