Eye-eye-eye

Like most people, I despise being sick or otherwise out of commission. Last week, I had to have surprise surgery on my right eye which knocked me out of work for a week.
I refer to it as surprise surgery because it wasn't really emergency surgery, but it certainly was not in my plans. However, walking around with an eye that appeared to have (from my perspective) a frosted window pane was not an option. So, hi-ho off to surgery I did go.
Originally, I told the doctor to knock me out. It didn't seem like a good idea to be in a state of semi-awake during a surgery on my eye. Call me crazy.
Then, as the nurses were asking me questions, I ascertained that being knocked out would add an hour to my recovery time and could possibly make me sick to my stomach. I changed the order with the promise that if I started to freak out that they would push some good drugs into my IV and send me to twilight. And I am not talking about the one with vampires.
I did get knocked out so that they could give me a shot in the eye, but then I came out of it and they wrapped my head in some kind of turban covering my face with room for my mouth and nose and the right eye,
The doc asked me what kind of music I wanted to listen to and my thought was to make him as happy as possible, so I said "What do you like to listen to?" We eventually settled on the Eagles and a Don Henley song was playing when surgery began.
Fortunately, I could not see what was going on, though I could hear some noises.Nothing freaky or unpleasant. Kenny told me when they did laser surgery on his eyes that he could smell the laser. Thank goodness I could not because he shot my eye with 910 bolts of laser.
The other fun fact is that in order to perform the vitrectomy, he had to scrape my cornea. It felt about as bad as that sounds. Image a thin dime-sized piece of sandpaper in your eye for four days. On second thought, don't imagine it.
All-in-all, I have healed nicely. The vision has not returned to normal yet, but my eye has been dilated for five days straight. I an hopeful that tomorrow will be different. I have been cleared to drive and to return to work. I have been chomping at the bit. Not a lot you can do when you can't look at any type of light (like a computer, television or even a mirror - maybe I am a vampire.)
The doctor did give me a bright pink eye patch which I have used today to keep my eye closed. Either I have a large head or this was really designed for a kid because after a couple of hours when I took it off, I could feel the blood surge to my head.
As I type this blog entry, I am squinting one-eyed at the screen. Patch is on the desk. Think I will leave that at home tomorrow. Here's hoping that right eye will be all right!