Doubtful I’ll be able to blog tomorrow, so I’m going to go ahead and do a pre-op post for you all.
Am I excited? Absolutely! I’m really not nervous at all, but that’s mostly because I’m too stinkin’ busy fighting this bitch of a headache (combo of eye strain, over-dilation and these drops that say “Will cause headache — not “MAY cause headache”)
At my pre-op appointment on Wednesday, I learned that they don’t *just* dilate your eyes for that appointment, they do something called … umm… capsulating? Or…yeah. Whatever the correct term is, it means that they did some HARDCORE version of dilation in which I remained dilated for a full 24 hours.
What they also forgot to tell me was that shortly after, and for the next 5 hours, I’d be unable to read/see ANYTHING within 3 feet in front of me. So, I went to text Mike after the Special Dilation, but before the doctor finished my exam, only to find that I couldn’t. Read. Anything.
As in, I sent these texts:
“With glazed on I can’t see” = “With GLASSES on I can’t see” (thank GOD for iphone texting help)
“Kill come home nd u can go get?” = Well. Not sure. But I think it was “I’ll come home and you can go get [dogs]?”
And I tried to tweet:
Um. Yeah. The predictive texts didn’t help me here. I think it’s “I definitely should go home and not tweet tonight. Look mom, no [___]…????” Not sure what the last word should have been.
Point here being that I HAD NO CLUE I’D BE BLIND. They gave me tons of directions, and I left to go fetch the dogs, one of which being Bella who had her lady bits cut-up. Poor girl:
I came home and prayed (a lot) that I’d be able to watch Glee. I’m happy to say that I WAS able to enjoy it, although I was hoping to Live Blog through the whole show, but I was only able to manage a few half-assed tweets the last 20 minutes. You should have seen how zoomed in the screen was!
Yesterday and today, I’ve been doing LOTS AND LOTS of drops. To prep for LASIK, you do 1 drop 4 times a day of … something, 2 drops twice a day of Restasis and SteriLids which .. sterilizes… your… lids.
Tomorrow, 30 minutes prior to surgery, I get to pop a Valium (wee). The procedure takes only a few seconds, but they prep (with drops) and explain exactly what they are doing, and check their numbers. Then, I’m given (what’s sure to be) 20 minutes worth of instructions like:
“Don’t poke yourself in the eye”
“Avoid contact sports”
“Don’t fry chicken and put your face over the skillet like you want a grease facial”
I get to wear special protective lenses to bed with the same super sticky surgical tape that I picked off Chase’s skin for (NO LIE) a FULL MONTH after the NICU. That stuff is bonkers. I’ll have to wear those for 2 weeks. Thrilled I am not.
ALL of this “trouble”, and no more contacts. No more glasses. No more $300 biannual contact refills and $200 glasses + frames every few years. Really, it’s a great move fiscally.
But the BEST PART? I’ll finally be able to see clearly - always. I can swim with my eyes open again and I’ll be able to see my kids’ faces at night when I sneak into their rooms.
I can’t wait!