Vitreous Humour
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All is still going well. At least going as it’s supposed to. I can see a little more with the operated eye now. But not much. What I mainly can see is a big pool of blood. But around the edges I can see things. And a little motion through the pool. So hopefully that will keep clearing up. Because my left eye is unfortunately doing a little worse. It was pretty okay most of yesterday but then it took a little step downwards. That’s not so nice when you have one blind eye and the other gets worse. But nothing to do but wait and hope the right one gets good. And then the doctor said that we would do the left one as fast as possible. I hope I’ll be able to see on the right eye when we do the left. Otherwise I’ll be all blindeded like. But again, in time it should be better.
So how did the big operation go, Plume, you ask, Plume?
I got up around 6 am. My dad came and picked me up around 7. We took the bus to the hospital. And didn’t have to wait too long before we were told that we wouldn’t be called in before 11ish. So that was a rather stupid waste of time. I’d been told from the start that I wouldn’t be operated on in the morning, but I had to come in at 8 am so they could keep a check on my diabetes. Turned out they didn’t check on it at all, just told me to come back later. I could’ve gotten up at 8 instead of 6. But oh well. My dad and I went downtown and killed some time. And then went back and waited. And eventually I was shown to my hospital bed. And put on my hospital clothes. And then I got several rounds of eyedrops and then some painkillers. And then I waited a little more. Then an orderly came and wheeled my bed to the surgery wing. I got inside and moved over on the operating table. Then the anesthesiologist started prepping me. Asking me some questions. Inserting the IV. I think that’s what it’s called? He seemed very focused on making me comfortable with the whole thing, making sure I wasn’t scared and that I was doing okay. And then they started giving me the morphine. And that was great. I bet you could get addicted to that stuff. No, but I just liked that drowsy feeling. The world slowing down and a tired blanket covering everything.
And then I was out. I didn’t think you would dream under anesthesia but I did. About sexy girls. Isn’t that just an absurd thought? There I was dreaming about hot chicks while a doctor was cutting up my eye. Weird.
And then in the blink of an eye someone woke me up. They told me that everything had gone fine. And then I rolled over and into my hospital bed. And I was wheeled into the wake-up ward. I was probably in there for 30 minutes or so. With a machine monitoring my blood pressure periodically. And nurses checking on me. I got something to drink. And that lovely drowsy, tired feeling. I really quite liked that. I mean, I wouldn’t want to feel like that all the time. But everything so calm and unimportant and slow. Like lying in a big marshmallow with harp music in the background. This was definitely much better than local anesthesia. With local anesthesia I would have had an hour of lying still while someone mutilated my eye. That would have been horrible. This was actually.. almost nice.
When I was reasonably awake I was wheeled back to the first hospial room in the eye ward. Where my dad joined up with me again. And then we waited again. As the nurses said “we’re not going to kick you out, just take the time you need to feel fresh enough to leave”. I’m not sure how long it took. An hour or two I guess. I might have dozed off for a while. I had more to drink. And half a sandwich. Eventually I got up to see if I could stand on my own two feet. And I could. I walked over to the window and opened it up and got a fresh breath of air. A liittle later I got into my own clothes and went to the bath room. And then I was just about ready to leave. We talked some more to one of the nurses and they checked my blood sugar. And then we left. We took a taxi home. The taxi driver told us that he had won millions in a German lottery. He was just a cab driver three days a week to have something to get up and do with himself. It’s a funny old life innit?
When we got to my parent’s place I was quite hungry, so mama got dinner started right away. We had salmon. Very nice. I had a sugarfree icecream for desert. And an apple later on. Listened to the TV and relaxed. And then had a good night’s sleep. I had painkillers for the eye, but didn’t really need them. A little discomfort, but no real pain.
The next day (yesterday as of me typing this today) we went back to the hospital. A nurse took off my bandages. No more pirate look for Plumey. Then we talked to the doctor. He looked at my eye. Everything looking like it’s supposed to. We are going back next week for a checkup. And we’ll be going to regular checkups. So they can see when it will be time to remove the silicon oil that they put in my eye instead of the vitreous. That’s what they did. I understand the technicalities better now. They replaced the vitreous with silicon oil. They didn’t do anything to the lens with the cataracts. That’ll probably have to be done some time in the future. But for now it’ll be operations on the left eye. And on the right to take out the silicon oils.
And there you go. I think that’s all. Now we wait.
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7 Responses to “Vitreous Humour”
1. Katrine Says:
June 18th, 2009 at 21:25
You’re handling it so well-I would have been scared out of my mind with the surgery! Hope everything contimues to go according to plan!
2. Milla Says:
June 18th, 2009 at 23:35
Yes, what Katrine said! You’re so awesome. From your description, it seems that you have somewhat of a ‘terminator eye’ look at the moment. That’s hip!
And you have such a way with words! ‘Like lying in a big marshmallow with harp music in the background.’ I now feel a bit jealous about your surgery, isn’t that crazy? :)
So glad it went according to plan, fingers crossed for the best results!
3. hanne Says:
June 19th, 2009 at 1:28
thats not the best way to get a tip as a taxi driver.. telling people you ve won a million in german lottery :D
but apart from that.. im glad to hear you talking this way.. and very much hoping your eye will keep getting better!
4. Debster Says:
June 19th, 2009 at 13:47
Wow! You handle surgery very, very well. Glad everything went so well for you.
Now we all want to know: did they make you pee before they let you go home?
As we say here when one of our goatzies has to go: “Goats gotta pee”! hee, hee
5. Valja Says:
June 19th, 2009 at 16:20
Mr. Plume, I just have to say I am so impressed with how calm you are about this whole operation business. You’re a pro. :) I am glad everything is on track, and I am sending more good thoughts your way.
*HUGS*
6. Plume Says:
June 19th, 2009 at 20:39
Katrine – Well, I was a little nervous. But thinking of the goats helped. You should try that, feel free to borrow my goats!
Milla – Too bad they canceled the Terminator TV sho, or I could have been on it. The Pluminator.
I hope you’ll get to have surgery some day! nnonononono. Only joking. Maybe buy a harp and some marshmallows instead.
hanne – Hahaha, that’s true! He should have tipped us. I think we were very nice passengers, we deserved a million or two :)
Debster – Yup, Plume had to pee too. I wonder if they would have kept me all week if I hadn’t peed. Well, if I didn’t pee for a week I guess I’d have bigger problems.
Valja – Thank you very much. That’s going to be my new career, surgery patient. Finally my true calling!
7. Debster Says:
June 20th, 2009 at 3:43
Good to see they didn’t remove your extremely funny sense of humor!
Now if your hospital is like ours, they will send you a form to fill out about “your hospital experience.”
Like: “Did you have an enjoyable experience” and “Will you come back to us for your next surgery” and the ever popular: “Did we put too much pressure on you to pee?”