CarolfromTX
Senior Member
- Location
- Central Texas
I have been severely myopic for years. I have worn contact lenses since I was a teenager (so about a hundred years LOL!). My glasses have always been very thick, even with the newest plastic material. For years I'd been told my cataracts just weren't quite bad enough to require surgery. I went to the eye doctor again last fall. My vision had gotten so bad, I'd almost given up driving, which I hated. Doing the "is this better or worse?' thing became so frustrating for me I was nearly in tears. They did more tests with more gizmos. Made me come back again. More gizmos and drops and a repeat of previous tests. Again, I was close to tears.
Finally, it was agreed that I needed cataract surgery. Was I nervous? Scared, even? You bet! After all, they were going to essentially be poking me in the eye with a sharp stick! The doctor said that because of the elongated shape of my eyes, there was more risk of … well, bad stuff happening. And that I would have a general anesthesia because surgery would take a while longer than normal. Well, fair enough.
So on December 17, I had my right eye done. I went home with a gauze patch (under a clear plastic shield) over one eye, with instructions to keep it in place 'til the next morning. Ok, I admit it, I peeked, and was amazed at what little I saw. Before the surgery the doc kept saying he couldn't promise 20/20 vision, so I wasn't expecting much. Less fuzziness, maybe, and brighter colors.
When I took the patch off the next morning, I was gob smacked. I could see, and see clearly, without glasses! Once again I was nearly in tears, not out of frustration, but out of wonderment. I went into the living room and saw the Christmas tree. It was so beautiful and clear! I went into the kitchen and immediately noticed how badly the floor needed to be mopped! LOL! There's a downside to everything, I guess.
I had my left eye done last week, with equally impressive results. I told my husband it's like going from a room with a 40 watt bulb into a room with a 250 watt bulb. I do not understand why I had to wait so long for this. It's only now that I realize how bad my eyesight had become. I used to see trees; now I see branches and leaves. The second day after my initial surgery, I went on my usual walk through the neighborhood, And I saw a bird on top of a tree. I could tell it was a woodpecker! Before surgery, I'd have been lucky to see it at all, even with glasses on.
Just wanted to share my delight. Yay for modern medicine!
Finally, it was agreed that I needed cataract surgery. Was I nervous? Scared, even? You bet! After all, they were going to essentially be poking me in the eye with a sharp stick! The doctor said that because of the elongated shape of my eyes, there was more risk of … well, bad stuff happening. And that I would have a general anesthesia because surgery would take a while longer than normal. Well, fair enough.
So on December 17, I had my right eye done. I went home with a gauze patch (under a clear plastic shield) over one eye, with instructions to keep it in place 'til the next morning. Ok, I admit it, I peeked, and was amazed at what little I saw. Before the surgery the doc kept saying he couldn't promise 20/20 vision, so I wasn't expecting much. Less fuzziness, maybe, and brighter colors.
When I took the patch off the next morning, I was gob smacked. I could see, and see clearly, without glasses! Once again I was nearly in tears, not out of frustration, but out of wonderment. I went into the living room and saw the Christmas tree. It was so beautiful and clear! I went into the kitchen and immediately noticed how badly the floor needed to be mopped! LOL! There's a downside to everything, I guess.
I had my left eye done last week, with equally impressive results. I told my husband it's like going from a room with a 40 watt bulb into a room with a 250 watt bulb. I do not understand why I had to wait so long for this. It's only now that I realize how bad my eyesight had become. I used to see trees; now I see branches and leaves. The second day after my initial surgery, I went on my usual walk through the neighborhood, And I saw a bird on top of a tree. I could tell it was a woodpecker! Before surgery, I'd have been lucky to see it at all, even with glasses on.
Just wanted to share my delight. Yay for modern medicine!