In Case You Were Also Curious...

My sister asked me the other day how my BALLS were, chocking back a laugh. Well, my "balls" are just fine...eye-balls, that is.

ISH.

I mean, my eyes are capable of looking at the computer screen for more than a few minutes at a time, which is a HUGE improvement from a week ago! But I'm still SUPER light-sensitive, so it's usually a bit tough to stare at this white screen and type.

The surgery wasn't bad itself.
I am there for a total of, like, 5 minutes.
They lay you down on a surgical table, and after a few numbing eye-drops, they put some nasty thing in your eye to keep your eyelids apart. THANKFULLY, they also give you stress-balls to squeeze. MUCH APPRECIATED.

I didn't have LASIK surgery, which is the most common surgery. No, I had something called PRK. (don't ask, I don't know. Look it up in google). Apparently, I have soft corneas, which makes LASIK a no-go for me. And, to top it off, I also have 'abnormally' large pupils. Will keeps telling me that he LOVES my large brown...pupils...and giggles like a 12 year-old boy. typical.

So, Lucky me gets the slightly easier surgery, but the harder recovery. Instead of a simple cut and seal type of surgery, they SCRATCH MY ENTIRE EYEBALL with some weird dentist-tool looking device. Then they laser, then they put a 'bandaid contact' over my scratched eye, and send me home.

TO. DIE. A. LOOOOOONG. DEATH!


Oh.
Em.
Gosh!

It was the most excruciating pain I have EVER been in. Worse, a MILLION TIMES, than childbirth! At least labour ends quickly (for me, max 3 hours). But allllllll night I was drugged on some pretty heavy painkillers and it was NOT helping.

My theme song became: *THIS*. For about 4 days I slept/ate/showered with sunglasses on. And stayed in a VERY dark room. I hated the light- making me feel much like Mad Madam Mim: *WATCH ME.* (From 4:45 on)

It's been a bit of a slow recovery-- some days I'm not too bad, and other days I'm back to wearing sunglasses everywhere.

But I'm happy that I can wake up and SEE. I wasn't that blind to begin with, but I love being able to look across a football field and SEE the things on the other side, knowing I don't have contacts or glasses on.

Hopefully soon I'll be back to 'normal'. When I can wake up and not have to PRY my weeping eyes apart before I can see. When eyedrops aren't more important for me to have on me than my bankcard!