With apologies to Bill Shakespeare…
To see or not to see, that is the question.
Cataracts are nothing to sneeze at, though, you can sneeze with them and I’m not sure about sneezing after eye surgery. I’m afraid I’ll blow the new lens out of my left eye now. Of course, I was pretty certain that’s what was happening after my open heart surgery last year when I sneezed too. In fact, that STILL hurts when I sneeze.
My chest, not my eye.
Yesterday afternoon, I underwent surgery on my left eye to remove the bad lens that ha cataracts in it. I was pretty terrified. But my left eye was pretty bad. Worse than I even knew. I couldn’t even get it corrected to 20:50. It was more like 20:100.
This morning for the test, I was at 20:25. That’s as GOOD as my right eye, corrected with glasses and my right eye is my “shooting eye”. I can still hit targets at 100 yards in the center of mass (that’s all that’s required at that distance, I’m no sniper, lol) and mostly read.
Today, however, I can see 1000% better than I could yesterday with the left eye. And just as bad as before with my right.
The “terrified” part was due to a severe phobia I have about my eyes, and things, people, fingers, knives, needles, sharp things being around them. Most of us have that issue with our eyes, except those who stick things in their eyes, like contact lenses. Nope, NOT ME. I don’t even put eye drops in.
Until a few days ago.
Now I can, and do. It took me a few days of putting drops in pre-operative to be able to do it without flinching. And yesterday, before the surgery, they put in about a dozen drops into my eye, and the last few were this gel gunk. Gross. Gross. Gross.
Fortunately, they gave me some kind of drugs that let me get through without killing any one. That was cool. I did get yelled at perhaps three times by the Doctor. Not supposed to lift my feet, or move, or pee on myself, or something. Not sure I remember it all, but he looked a little sheepish when I mentioned it this morning. haha
So, why the title?
Because of fear of surgery. Fear of anesthesia. Because fear of needles in my eyes. Because I am, or was, mostly blind yesterday and was more than willing to stay that way because of the previous things.
Today, with my left eye opened and my right eye covered, I looked into JoAnne’s eyes (with my one good one) and could accurately see the color of her eyes again. Beautiful, deep and green. I was moved to tears.
I know I’ve missed seeing a lot of things over the last few years, and my work was becoming increasingly difficult to do, color codes on wires, close work soldering, and a few weeks ago I completely failed my grandson on attempting a repair on his tablet (that he’d broken the charging connector on) when I could have easily repaired it in earlier years.
I couldn’t see well enough to do the soldering. My work at my job was increasingly difficult and stressful, not because I couldn’t do it, but rather I KNEW I couldn’t see it well enough to do it right. So, it took me twice as long to do things. My partner couldn’t do most of the physical stuff either due to his injury. When we hired someone to take my place, we chose someone young because we knew he could keep up. The rest would come to him in time. I know he will eventually do the things I was doing (and if he doesn’t well, this IS a throw away society, isn’t it? They will simply replace those things that those guys can’t repair because they can’t or don’t know how…. such is life in the 21st Century).
What this will do for me now though is allow me to see charts (using glasses on the close up stuff) and at a distance through slightly less than 20:20 vision to see numbers on buoys, names on ships, lights at night so I can night sail now again, and actually ENJOY what’s left of my life, to see those things I was missing before.
What I will have next Wednesday night, after the second surgery, is good eye sight in both eyes. I’ll still need glasses for close work. But, I’ll really be able to wear sun glasses without any special lenses in them.
And I’ll be able to see only one moon now, instead of seven or eight of them. And no halos, glare or just nothing at all.
And… I will be able to see the stars at night again.
But above all, I can gaze into my wife’s beautiful eyes again.