Give me back surgery any day and I'll deal with it. Threaten to come at my eye with a scalpel and I'm a total wuss. When my optometrist told me that I had a cataract and that he was pretty sure that it was a very aggressive one, I hoped against hope that he was wrong. He wasn't. The cataract was first diagnosed in July 2011 and I had to have it out on June 26 (happy birthday to me)! The very thought of this surgery made my stomach tie itself up in knots. Graham kept assuring me that I would be "too happy" to care what was happening. He was wrong too.
As it turns out, I was very relaxed, not happy, but relaxed. Jamie and I walked into the hospital at 8:00 am and we walked out at 9:30 am!!!!. The surgery took about 10 minutes and the only thinhs that I was aware of was the water that was constantly bathing my eye throughout the procedure and the occassional feeling of pressure.
Now, if I could only get rid of these damn eye drops.....they just seem to go on forever. Still 3 more weeks of them!!!!!
