Tuesday I had surgery for a detached retina. Totally unexpected, unplanned.
Had some fuzziness in my right eye on Monday, went right to my optician after work. She spotted the problem immediately and made arrangements for me to be seen by a specialist that night. She insisted on my going then and there - well done! I would have waited till morning normally or gone to the local hospital which is next door to where we live. But she was insistent on my doing it right. Of course, that was the one night Alan wasn't coming straight home from work. He was over in east London sorting out some computer problem for a friend. I phoned him to let him know but being London, he was over 90 min minimum mass transit trip home - I would have to go on my own if I intended to see the doctor before closing time. So I managed to carefully drive home and park, call a taxi and wisk off to St George's Hospital.
The ophthalmologist at St George's confirmed a detached retina and arranged an appointment for me for 8am the next morning at Moorfield Eye Hospital for surgical evaluation. The trick with a detached retina is that it all happens fast so you need surgery immediately to halt further damage and hopefully repair what is already damaged.
Tuesday morning at 7:30 am Alan & I were at Moorfield at the emergency vitroretinal surgery clinic. By 8am a specialist Opthalmologist was confirming I needed immediate laser surgery and scheduling me for the first appointment that afternoon. Three hours later I had the surgery - under local anaesthetic - and by 3pm I was phoning Alan to let him know I was ready to go home. The actual surgery took less than 45 minutes.
So such is my merry week. My right eye will have distorted vision while it slowly heals. It sort of looks like seeing underwater. The itching drives me nuts at times. The 5 different kinds of eye drops used 4 times a day drives me nuts. The head positioning I need to keep in mind and conform to drives me crazy. Etc. But all worth it if I can come out of this with vision restored to normal.
Life's a bitch. And there's no viable alternative. Soldier on, there's nothing to see here, those aren't the droids you're looking for.
"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat, "We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Everybody Hates Being Outvictimized
(Native American cop is arresting a black man)
Black man: Fuckin' discrimination, man! Leave me the fuck alone! I ain't done nothin wrong!
Native American Cop: Fuck you! We were oppressed first!
Black man: Apache motherfucker!
(Overheard in New York ---82nd St, Queens)
Black man: Fuckin' discrimination, man! Leave me the fuck alone! I ain't done nothin wrong!
Native American Cop: Fuck you! We were oppressed first!
Black man: Apache motherfucker!
(Overheard in New York ---82nd St, Queens)
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