Well, do I ever look funny today! One eye bright and clear and myopic; the other mucky and bloodshot and prickly---and unseeing, as yet. But that's retinal detachment for you.
My friend Carol and I headed off on the 9 a.m. ferry yesterday, getting to my appointment at the eye surgeons' office plenty early. Then, because we were an "add-on", even though a semi- emergency one, we had to be added to the roster of surgeries for the day, which meant that we were there all day, paging through the heaps of old magazines in the waiting room. I finally went in to pre-op at 3:30 but surgery didn't start until after 5.
Let me tell you, it's an interesting experience and I also want to issue a warning: if your vision goes wonky, with floaters and flashing lights, do not pass go, go directly to the eye guy/gal and find out what's going on. If you get it taken care of immediately, you will be fine. If not, if you wait a few days like I did, it may not be an easy row to hoe.
Waiting seemed like the right thing to do, frankly, because it was almost the weekend and I didn't think I'd be able to get in to see my eye guy. But I should have tried because it was clear by yesterday afternoon that the situation was getting worse and worse. By the time of the surgery, the small shadow that had impaired my vision had almost blotted out my left eye's sight with its billowing, flashing shape. What was I thinking on Thursday? I won't think that way again, believe me!
Anyhow, the surgery itself was painless because of good meds, tranks, skilled docs and nurses. But it was interesting because I was awake, could feel pressure if not pain, and could count the pops of the laser "gun" as it cemented (wrong word for it, but apt) down the little rips in the retina. It took about an hour to do the whole job. Later, in the recovery room, the doctor came in and we had quite a conversation about the whole process, with his being very clear about how I need to behave in these next two weeks: face down about half the time during the day and all night while sleeping. Boy, that really cuts into my lifestyle!
So I have cancelled the Rockhoppers gig for Saturday night with Richard and Debbie; I will not be preaching on Sunday on "Sex and the Single Planet"---I will finish that sermon another time and deliver it later (maybe on Mother's Day? what a way to solve that topic's dilemma!); I will diligently observe the face-down prescription and I WILL BE HEALED! (Thanks, Ogre, for your FB comment!)
And you know what? It's great fodder for a sermon----or for a post---on Trust! Stay tuned.