First, it tore.
We tackled it with a laser, which was a unique experience.
It remained cloudy, like a thin curtain of mesh had been stretched tight over its lens.
Then it got better. Slowly, at first; then hastening and going like gangbusters, until I pronounced it 99.9% GOOD.
I went in for the one-month follow-up visit, happy for a quick, stress-free encounter with a great group of doctors and nurses at the Retina Institute.
Surprise, surprise, surprise.
Now, it’s detaching.
This is not good.
Funny thing: I hadn’t even noticed. Dr. Astruc assured me that I would notice, tonight for sure, and if I hadn’t come in today, I would have been calling in a panic on Monday, because my vision is slowly but surely darkening.
He said, “We will need to do surgery soon.” I’m thinking, “Next week…hmmmm…what’s on the calendar?”
But he’s saying one word, “TOMORROW” and I’m pulled up short and realizing that everything changes in a quick 24 hours.
Surgery tomorrow, in a procedure that I don’t want to even think about, but it involves bubbles and buckles and somehow I feel like I’m ordering something on HSN.
“I’d like the Bubbles and Buckles please – two of each! Thank you SO much!”
I’m not looking forward to this, but I am grateful that we caught it early, glad to be in the hands of a very capable physician and glad that the world will keep spinning while I lay on the couch for the next seven days with my head tilted at a peculiar angle.
(So the bubble stays in place.)