Day 1: Cataract surgery – Right Eye. Everyone told me it would be a “piece of cake”. They were correct. When I thought they were rolling me into the surgery, I was actually being rolled out. I missed the entire thing! This was a blessing. I was so nervous about having to watch them cutting into my eyeball.
Day 2: I was able to take off the bandage today and put drops in my eye. The eye (the right one) was blurry and full of goop. I could not open it all the way. I was expecting to see a miraculous difference – not a worsening of vision. But I was forewarned that it may take days to see normally.
Day 3: My right eye was still blurry and I could not see a dramatic difference in my sight. This worried me. My left eye had the worse vision, so maybe after that surgery, I would be able to focus well.
Day 4: In the morning, I removed the eyepatch and put my AM drops into my eye. I could not believe my face in the mirror. Yes, I had a black eye of course. It was my skin that freaked me out. The creases in my forehead were deeper and more predominate. I was pale and pasty looking with a dry and cracking aura about me. A few days without moisturizer and foundation takes its toll.
Day 5: The past three days I had a headache. I decided that a hot shower would help. It would have helped more if I was not distracted by the filthy grime sticking to the tile grout. Then there was the tile on the walls – their grout was a pinkish color in spots. Mildew was growing all around me.
Day 6: I figured out something. There is nothing wrong with my right eye. Every day, I look older & my house is dirtier.
With all the warnings and cautions, my Doc neglected to tell me about those side effects.
♥ TTFN ♥