Friday morning about 3:30 am.
I put the last of the eye drops for the day into my eye. I could have sworn there was more fuzz in my eye. This drop takes my breath away. Maybe I am allergic to this particular drop.
One thing: I am getting so sick of friends in real life acting like I am silly or at fault for having problems. This surgery is very inconvenient for me. First of all, I am not supposed to lift more than ten pounds. Okay, that is not usually possible for me. But, lifting the clothes hamper is something I cannot do. So, I have to half the load and go back for the rest.. My friend said she just had her husband lift it. It is not that they are express how fortunate they feel to have someone to help, they are dismissive of my problem and act like it is a personal failing of mine. Actually, they are not grateful there is someone there for them, they act like they are the superior being. That is just ignorant.
A guy in the doctor’s waiting room said he had his wife put his eye drops in because he could not….for a month. She is out of town, so he just brought the drops to his appointment for the tech to put in for him.
Now, I am not talking about stories in my comments of your cataract surgery or your relative’s cataract surgery. No, I enjoy hearing what you have to say and really envy some of the outcomes. Keep telling me what it should be like.
The rules are “keep head/eyes above heart.” Do NOT get water in your eyes. That pretty much makes hair washing and hair coloring next to impossible. My hairdresser will not accommodate me and my dilemma. Soooo, who did I see today?--my hairdresser from 35 years ago. She still works and loves it and loves the people….what she said today. I will call her and at least get my hair washed. She may not put on box hair coloring, and I cannot afford shop coloring prices.
Exbf could wash my hair and squirt the water in the wrong place so it got in my eyes. But, I might kill him before he finished, and I would have to find someone to finish it. If I yelled at him for what he was doing, he would step back two steps and start to argue that he IS doing it right, and I would be soaked and yelling for him to just do it right. Oh, I don’t have to even yell, just disagree and he stops what he is doing and comes to me to argue. He would never adjust the stream of water and continue.
After surgery, I was eating a meal of bbq grilled chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, and chocolate cake. I have no recollection of putting on my shoes, getting off the table or riding in the wheel chair, but I knew my meal when I saw it with exbf. People are shocked that I don’t throw up after surgery or even the anesthesia with my first two babies. Exbf laughed and said that was just like something I would do because the normal reaction to everything is just the opposite for me.
I just know the employees at the surgery center who saw me eating were hoping I left before I threw up. I don’t even remember leaving or getting into his vehicle. After surgery only eating made an impression on me.
Then, on Thursday night when I put in the last dose of eye medicine, I thought my eye would explode. This may sound melodramatic, but let me put it in your eye. All the tissue around my eyeball was swollen and stiff and both eyes teared and my nose ran for hours. Finally, when the pain and swelling subsided, I went to bed at 7:30 am, Friday morning.
I called the surgeon at noon, 2 pm and 4 pm, fearing they would all go home and WM pharmacy would close before I could get a replacement drop. When I went to WM, they were out. So, I had to hightail it to Walgreens. As it turns out, this is the same medicine, just under a different name. I took it to WM and he agreed, saying maybe it had a different base or something. I will go home and put it in my eye and see what happens. This agony occurs the minute it touches my eye.
I was given three eyedrops and so far, I am allergic or sensitive to two!
The eye doctor who was mean is different that the surgeon who I now will call—ONLY.
I told an employee in WM who just had same surgery with same surgeon, told her about my doctor. She screwed up her face and said she would never, ever go to him because she did not like him. Aha, I am not alone.
Okay, back is just about at its limit.
My hair is so filthy. I will not try the dry wash because the liquid turns to powder, something I cannot be around.
Over and Out on Friday night.