It’s been an eventful summer, and one of the most eventful things was having to deal with a detached retina and the series of operations that has entailed.
The first operation was on June 21st, after having returned from my sojourn in Alberobello, Italy. The doctors lectured me for not having come to see them sooner, but being in Italy made a consultation somewhat problematic. I woke up one morning noticing that the vision in my left eye was not right, but had no idea what was the problem. (Google counseled me that I might have had a stroke; fortunately that wasn’t the case.) Far from home and with no doctor at hand, and, since I could see well enough to get around, I decided to wait.
Once I got home, I made an immediate appointment with my eye doctor; she quickly diagnosed a detached retina and sent me post haste to the Anschulz University Eye Clinic. After a thorough examination, the eye surgeon, Dr. Manoharan, scheduled me for a repair procedure the following day.
This photo is from the first operation–the others pretty much followed the same process–no eating or drinking after midnight on the evening before the operation; checkin and waiting; completing the same forms over and over again; meetings with all of the doctors and staff; and waking up during the procedure, sometimes to tell the surgical team that I needed a little bit more “happy juice” as I could feel what they were doing. (You are never fully anesthetized, but only given medication which makes you drowsy and totally relaxed.)
The first repair stayed in place for 14 days; then I noticed that the vision in my left eye was askew. A return visit to the clinic confirmed that the retina had once again detached. The second operation followed quickly; that one lasted all of five days before tearing. Going back to consult with the surgeon, he told me that scar tissue had developed and allowed the retina to pull aways yet again. The third operation took place on August 16. This time they first cut away the scar tissue, lasered the area before suturing the retina to the eyeball, and then injected oil into the eyeball, instead of gas, to put pressure on the retina and hold it in place…and so far so good.
Of course, this all also impacted Sue heavily. She had to accompany me to every visit & checkup and then wile away hours in a freezing cold room for the surgeon to come tell her all was well. Driving to the Eye Clinic located in Aurora is a minimum hour round trip–and we have made a lot of those trips. Neither of us enjoys driving these days, but Sue has had to do more than her fair share these last couple of months. Even when I am permitted to drive, my depth perception is for crap so you really don’t want to be riding with me.
One of the standard instructions after each operation is to try to stay face down as much as possible (55 minutes out of every hour) during the first week of recovery; using a massage chair during the day was recommended as well as sleeping on my right side. All easier said than done. I was never the best of patients, completely lacking in pacience, but the doctor has assured me that my inability to stay totally quiet and prone did not cause any of the repair operations to fail.
Charlie and his best friend, Dylan demonstrated how I might want to use some of the other face-down medical equipment.
Fortunately I never had to resort to that…