Today is a good day...

Just wanted to say that today is a good day! I can see again out of my left eye... still blurry, but I'll take it. It's only day 3.  2nd plastic surgery was Friday morning. Scary day with an urgent return to doctor's office after being released from surgical center (will go into that later). But... Saturday was better and so on. 

The 2nd surgery itself didn't take long. When in recovery room, I opened the eye that had been stitched closed for 5 weeks and I could see 'shadows of people'. Then as time went on while still there, I could see as if I was looking at things through blurry water. 

After home for about an hour, I was watching TV when suddenly the TV was doubled, my vision  became double vision... which was scary and also made me a bit nauseous. 

So we went back to see the doctor and I was told that when this happened he believed it was due to weakened muscles in the eye from either the anesthesia or the numbing agents (or the fact that the eye was stitched closed for so long - my reasoning). It should go away in a few minutes, hours, or days. He patched it closed for the day and told me to remove the patch in the morning and start the healing treatments. 

The next morning when I removed the patch, my vision was blurry, but normal. And so it goes...

The only thing I haven't mentioned is that when he told me that he believed the double vision was due to weakened eye muscles, he also said it could be due to a stroke (yes, that certainly upped my bp!) I was like, "What??". Then he said that he didn't think it was that as I wasn't showing any neurological signs. I asked "what are the signs?" And he said, "headache, weakness, etc."  I said, "No... (although I had just come off anesthesia and was feeling a bit weak). 

Anyway, patching up the eye for the night seemed to have done the trick. I see him again later this week and we'll go from there. If any of you out there watch Doc Martin on TV, this doc is a little like him... very good, but a bit abrasive. At  one point when I was telling him what was happening, he said, "Stop talking! I'm trying to examine you."(Doc Martin, right?)

Closing this with some pics that made me think of recent dreams. The last few nights this week I have dreamt of our cats (long gone).

The first was of a white cat (Betsy) we had when the kids were toddlers. I was standing in the door of a house looking out. Betsy was there on the patio drinking water. A few feet from her laying down was a mountain lion. I panicked for a second, knowing that if I called her, I would make both of them aware. In the short time that passed, Betsy simply stopped drinking and walked into the house. Dream over. I've dreamt of our cats off and on through the years, but this was the first time I ever dreamt of Betsy.

The second dream was of Ghost... one of our cats that passed away at the beginning of the pandemic. She was 15. Anyway, the dream was short, but wonderful! I actually got to pet her and she rolled over on her back and I could 'hear and feel her purring'! (My dreams are usually pictures, not much conversation, and not much 'feeling'). This was so-o different. It was wonderful and made me wake up happy.

I know many of you may think me crazy... but these are the things that make me believe that love never ends. 

Going to close this now as my left eye doesn't like the lap top light (even though I've lowered it quite a bit). I'll continue my updates later in the week. Thanks for reading. Hope it wasn't TMI.

Hugs,

Rian