Leaky Eyes

We’re having eye problems. Well not “we” exactly, Sweetie is, to be more exact.

She had laser surgery last Tuesday evening to repair torn retina in her eye. On the last night of the final day of Ike’s cast, Sweetie was having trouble getting his pants up over his butt and in one swift motion, she lost hold of his waistband and smacked herself full on her eyeball with her knuckle.

I recommend not trying this at home.

The surgery seemed to go well and her vision was just starting to clear when Saturday morning it all went south again. A blood vessel had started to leak into her eye, obscuring her vision. Imagine a big black goober everywhere you look and you kind of get the idea. Saturday things got a little bit scary. Not much they could do about it. There was too much blood to try and use the laser to cauterize the bleeding. Things just kept getting worse and by Sunday morning she couldn’t see anything.

This issue is compounded by the fact that she has no central vision in her other eye due to an unrelated surgery she had to have 15 years ago. So right now she’s getting around on the peripheral sight she has left in that eye. She spent most of Sunday in bed sleeping and depressed, hoping that if she lay with her head under the pillow this would, like a bad dream, all have disappeared. By Monday she was starting to feel more like her old self and was starting to feel like perhaps it had gotten a bit better.

The eye doctor said that she didn’t think it had gotten worse since Saturday night and that the laser part of the surgery still looked good and the retina was intact. So now we just wait. The doctor thinks it’ll be a couple weeks before things clear up enough for her to see. Right now she can’t drive, read or watch TV. She can see enough to do the big things, like not bump into furniture, change diapers and things like that but none of the finer things.

At this point it’s really a waiting game. Hopefully by the end of the week we’ll have a better idea of where this is going and what our next course of action will be.

I think I learned a lesson last week. Don’t ever say you’re tired in print. The world always seems to have a way of kicking your ass one step further than you’d ever care to go.

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