This feels like barbed wire holding the eye wide open so you can’t blink while the doctor shines bright lights onto your eye and injects the gel into the front sack of my eye.
All this for two seconds with no safety glasses.
Another 24 hours in the hospital before finding out the results of the latest eye injection.
I try and fight against the many fearful and negative thoughts that keep flooding back as the hours of not knowing what’s happening roll by.
Trying to Google information didn’t help as my case was so unique, I couldn’t find the right path to go down.
I began to contemplate how my life will be if I lost my eye. What about my job performance, driving, attending to daily needs?
I know that many people cope with only 1 eye (and worse) but when you’re faced with this decision yourself it’s a very scary road.
The next day back to the Ophthalmology centre in the hope of some good news. At this stage, I know I need a bit of good news!
Low pressure again!
I wonder how many more times I get bad news before they remove the whole eye.
They try the again gel injections again.
The gel is supposed to last 48 hrs before dissolving but my eye had a leak which they couldn’t find which caused the gel to disappear within 24 hours.
The news this time was that I needed yet another operation, this time with a graft from a donor eye from a deceased person grafted onto my eye.
Again, this blows my mind at the incredible advances in the technology of modern medicine.
I was now willing to try anything and follow the Doctors orders so again, that night, another operation to graft from the Donor’s eye.
You must wonder how much an eye can handle in such a short amount of time.
Eyesight is so complex.
Knowing there’s a good chance of losing the sight if nothing is done makes you decide to follow what the Doctors tell you and to trust their decisions.
I was willing to try anything to get my full sight back.
Tried keeping a brave face and tried to remain confident that all will go right.
My wife was keeping her feelings from me and staying strong around me, but when she had to go home at night, she was a mess. Through all these ups and downs and unknowns I was so glad she was by my side to go through this with me.
It made me realise that workplace accidents have a much wider effect than just the person who is hurt.
After my last operation, I was used to being wheeled around the hospital, getting needles, fasting and waiting.
This time, I was greeted with the news that all went well, but I’d been told this too many times now to get my hopes up too high.
The operation took place around 6 pm on a Friday night. I was under a General Anaesthesia again and woke in my room around 10 pm.
The pain this time was extreme!
Later I found out that during the operation they pumped huge pressure into my eye to make sure there were no leaks again.
It felt like the worst migraine I’ve ever had!
I kept hitting the call button on the bed for the nurses to come and give me more medication.
Every hour on the hour I’d hit the button again and get more pain relief, this went on for 6 hours until 4 am and the medication finally let me sleep the pain off.
That was a rough night, one I hope will never experience again.
After the rough night, it was back to the eye clinic the following day.
Both my wife and I hoped and needed some good news.
This time the eye was holding the high pressure.
The Doctor is confident that this time we’ve solved the problem.
Two days later I was released from the hospital. I was so glad to get away from there. Its soul-crushing being in the hospital for six days with the highs and lows of uncertainty.
At this stage, I’m recovering well. My sight is slowly returning, and the pressure is holding.
I’m taking no chances with recovery.
Not over yet! Cataracts to come.
The Headache from all this is that I’ve been told that I will get a Cataract as a result of all this, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. I’m not sure if it’ll be next week, next year or 15 years down the road again. Knowing that there will be other symptoms and possible complications correcting cataracts later is something I’ll no doubt think about every day.
I just hope that technology keeps improving to get me through that hurdle.
I do believe I’m so lucky to have come through this with my eyesight as good as it is. It’s not perfect but I’ll take it.
All I want from this little story is to make someone realise that P.P.E (Personal Protective Equipment) is the last line of defence, just wear it correctly as it will save you a lot of heartache in the end.
Thanks for making it through this.
P.S. If at some stage your eyes didn’t water, then Google an “Eye Speculum”.