It was done under local anesthetic, with a sedative also administered. I was fully conscious and did not feel anything except, right at the end, a sharp pain, as if something was being pulled out from my eye. That only lasted a minute or so.
The following day, at the doctor's surgery, I met with a couple of the other patients who had the same operation done. One of them said he went out like a light upon administration of the sedative. The other said that while he was awake during the procedure, he fell asleep on reaching home and did not wake till the next morning.
Nothing like that happened to me; perhaps I was a bit under-sedated!
|Home from the hospital|
At the time of her first surgery, intraocular lenses were relatively new, and her surgeon was reluctant to implant one in her eye as he thought that she was very young and that the long-term reliability of such lenses had yet to be tested.
At her second operation, he favoured the technique of shaping a donated cornea into a lens and grafting it onto hers, in what is called a keratoplasty.
We have since found out that this is not done much anymore, and the use of the intraocular lens is universal. Unfortunately for Grandma C, her surgeon backed the wrong horse.
The morning after my surgery, the vision in my operated eye (the left one) was very good.
When I compared it to the vision in my right eye, it quickly became apparent how bad my eyesight was.
The new eye saw things brighter and sharper, while my right eye was seeing with a slight yellow colour cast.
I thought that the best way to show the difference in vision between my eyes is to do this illustration.
|The right eye is fuzzier and slightly yellow|
I guess I'll just have to enjoy my vision while I can, and hope to expire before my eyes do.
How's that for positive thinking?