Can't chat much as I'm on the outlaws' dialup where I'm staying.
Got to eye surgery at the hospital at 615:am this morning. Pre-op was no fun. Chart I saw said 'vitrectomy/membrane/peel.' I was pretty tense and there were a half dozen patients in the room. Every discussion made me want to faint. After they took some blood I laid the chair back and felt better in about five minutes. The nurses had a serious lack of ha-ha, which only made me try harder. The poor things were some glad to see me go
Wheeled me into surgery at 7:50 and I hopped into bed. I told them to put some extra stitches for my halloween costume. Can't wait to freak out the neighbourhood kids with stitches in my eyeball!
They covered my face with a plastic face shield and plugged in the IV. I went pretty mellow right away. I did ask if I'd be able to see anything in my eye as they were torturing me. They said they've only ever had a couple of people tell them they could see anything at all. I was diskapointed because I wanted to watch. They tucked me in tight and said 'we're going into your eye with some delicate instruments. We do not want any movement from you.' I froze solid, but was very relaxed!
The needle went in. It gives you a 30 second ice cream type of headache then the pain goes away. The needle itself was nuthin. I couldn't see it coming and it only felt like a little prick.
The the butcher's knife came! Absolutely no sensation
A machine started up in the background and my vision started to look like the inside of my smokey woodstove, really churning. Then I saw it! A huge straight line. The weapon! I later learned it was called a vacumm cutter, or something like that. I could see the clouds being sucked into an eye at the end of it. Then it cleared to where I could see some grey, almost white, retina with black vessels. The weapon was still going. I heard a machine in the background count out minutes -- 'cutter one minute, cutter two minutes, etc.' -- I can't remember the exact words, I was having too much fun watching.
Then I heard the word 'laser' and a nurse say 'it's all ready, 200?' Doc said '300'. zappa-zappa-zappa I lost count at 65. They were green flashes; I could not really pinpoint a light. Then they started to hurt and I tightened. Do then said 'these will sting a bit.' It lasted too long for me, but I can't say exactly how long. I'd guess a minute or two. Then Mr. weapon returned and started vacuuming again. It was a bit clearer this time and I could see little tiny floaters being sucked in.
The came the stitches.
I could feel pressure, and I knew by the rythm what he was doing. Felt like 8-12 or so to me.
Peeled the stuf off me and said 'let me help you up.' I was some glad to get that **** pulse thingy off my finger! I sat up, waited a few seconds, and stepped over to the wheelchair.
Doc said in post-op that operating was definately the best thing to do 'you're eye was a mess with a lot of clotting!' He said things went perfectly and he expexts the eye to be in great condition going forward!
I hope I said thanks
Anyways, the procedure was nothing to be afeared of. Now comes the rehab. Cya'all on the weekend when I gets home
