So last night I felt like I was living with Mad-eye Moody,
but this morning he has two eyes again, and the one worked-on, while sore, seems to be clearing quite hopefully.
Everyone at the clinic was lovely.
Sewing
1 day ago
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
'I see no ships'
Monday, Tom's cataract op. As predicted, considerably less painful than going to the dentist, though an awful lot of eye drops and waiting around and going hungry, though he was given a nice petit dejeuner of orange juice and coffee with lots of sugar and a little madeleine cake like the one Proust had from Aunt Léonie, as well as the mars bar I brought for him.
So last night I felt like I was living with Mad-eye Moody,
So last night I felt like I was living with Mad-eye Moody,
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One "bravo" for the pirate!
Cheers! All will be well.
Yay, Tom!
Looking good! Prost, Tom!
He looks pretty jolly despite the patch! My mother just had her second eye done. She was quite anxious before the first procedure. Then when she experienced her new sight she was positively eager for the second one to happen.
Thanks dears.
Come to think I sometimes feel a bit like I'm living with Mad-eye Moody anyway...
Everything seems to be fine after a ceck-up today, except of course now the eyes are wonky till he gets the second one done, distance is better but reading difficult, so a bit frustrating, but hopefully his brain will get to work adjusting things, and we're very pleased and grateful such things are possible and painless.
There is a funny sort of response by the lenses to flourescent and other types of lighting, almost like a strobe light. When I asked the doc about it, she told me that she can see it in the eyes of someone who is experiencing it.....wow, I thought that was pretty neat and the other night I saw it for myself as we all exited a theatre. I noticed the eyes of the woman alongside me.....flash! We were all of a certain age and anyone without specs likely have had their lenses installed.
I am reminded that when I was 12 and a student of vocal music, we learned and performed Le Marsailles as well as another French song about Burgundy I think. If you prompted me, I think I could still sing both.
Does Robert De Niro know you've shown him here? And with an eye patch? The lawyers are comming after you!
I can't believe I've ignored Box Elder for four whole days, but must have. I'd have remembered this pic.
Obviously they do things differently in France. No bandages for me but on reflection this may be the more humane option. Occasional Speeder picked me up and I remember travelling slumped down in the passenger seat in a state of mild depression. First, my pupil wasn't operating properly (still anaesthetised) and there were still two or three hours to go before Epiphany. Second, all surgery causes trauma which manifests in some form of shock; I felt defective physiologically and spoke gloomily.
Did someone hold Tom's hand? An attractive (female) nurse in my case but not to provide sexual reassurance. I was to squeeze if I felt a sneeze coming on. Since I didn't sneeze I was able to regard her dry muscular fingers as a source of comfort.
In response to Robbie's comment, no pretty (female) nurse held my hand. In fact the only time a nurse (female) held my hand was when - many years ago - I had a vasectomy. As the nurse was of a smilingly, motherly disposition, nothing embarrassing happened. TMI?
i'm so glad it went well--for both your sakes as well as very selfish reasons: i face the same surgery in a year or two--hopefully more--but who knows? as my very positive thinking doctor says.
i remember my grandma having this done and exclaiming (in an uncharacteristically positive fashion) that she could finally see the flowers properly again.
hope it continues to improve, tom! i like the dashing pirate look!
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