I meant to post yesterday but then found out I was going Christmas shopping. To my mind it is more tiring than cardio rehab!
Anyway Thursday morning up at 5:00 am, showered and had a light breakfast. Not feeling hungry, and only having had my isophane I had one Shredded Wheat with milk and a cup of tea. I was in the hospital before 7:00 and at 7:00 I had numerous drops put in (both eyes). Quarter of an hour later my surgeon had another peer in both eyes, declared he could not see through all the blood and put across above the eye. Then the long wait began with drops being administered to both eyes at regular intervals. My BG crept up from the morning reading of 6.3 to 9.2 before I went to theater. A quick chat with the surgeon, something to relax me and I was coming around feeling like Mike Tyson had smacked me in the eye. A dose of oromorph dealt with the discomfort quickly. After that the only painkillers I had were paracetamol as yet again I had a bad headache and badly blurred vision in my good eye. I had my obs taken at regular intervals as I had to wait till I could go for a pee before leaving (apparently post a general anesthesic some people can have problems). By this time my partner had turned up.
Next morning the headache had gone but my vision was still very blurry. I had a very large, and naughty, breakfast from the buffet as I was ravenous. I had only had a sandwich before leaving the hospital the night before. There wasn't much of a wait back at the hospital and the dressing was taken off. My vision was less than I had hoped but it was explained much of the vitreous humour was now medical gas and that which remained had small gas bubbles in it. Two sets of drops and we were heading home
The vision is now improving through the vitreous. From seeing nothing I can make out items of furniture and the dog although the edges and colours are a bit indistinct. This should improve over the next few weeks as the gas disappates. I have a follow up appointment early in the new year but any worries I have a number to call for advice.
After a rather traumatic year it looks like there is light at the end of the tunnel!