A couple of months ago I went to the eye doctor and got glasses. While I was there, my doctor told me that she thought I might be showing early signs of glaucoma, so she had me come back and do a really gross eye test that involved a little plastic doohickey touching the surface of my eyeball. (And yes, that really is just as squicky and gross as it sounds.) However, she couldn’t tell much from the test, so she sent me to a glaucoma specialist. Great.
That appointment was a couple of weeks ago, and I can’t believe I didn’t blog about it, but I think I was in some sort of “lalalala-I-can’t-hear-you-lalala!!!” denial mode about it. It turns out that yes, I actually am showing early signs of glaucoma (thanks for the crappy eye genes, Dad!) and I need to have laser surgery on my eyes to make sure that I don’t suddenly go COMPLETELY EFFING BLIND. Um, yay?
The doctor said he could do my eye surgery on August 4th, then said, “You aren’t traveling anywhere between now and then, are you?” I said actually, yes, I’m going to Chicago at the end of July (I didn’t tell him about BlogHer, I was worried he might look at me funny), and he said, “Oh no, that’s no good. Ok, in that case, we have to squeeze you in sooner.” Apparently the air pressure changes in an airplane could cause the fluid pressure in my eyes to change and again with the blindness and OMG are you kidding me with this?
So, I’m having laser eye surgery next Friday, July 10th. At 4 p.m., which sucks because it’s not a daycare day, and it’s right at the end of Catie’s naptime, and Dave has to be there at the eye doctor’s because I won’t be able to drive myself home afterward and blaaaaah I so do not want to deal with this. Also, I have no idea how I’m going to be feeling after the surgery, but we’ve had two invitations for fun stuff that weekend, and I’ve had to turn them down just because I’m worried that I’m going to be feeling weird, or at the very least I’m still going to be wearing those giant protective goggle sunglasses from the eye doctor’s.
Yeah. Laser eye surgery. Yippee. But let me tell you, if I walk into that doctor’s office and see a shark tank (sharks with frickin’ laser beams attached to their heads!), I am SO out of there.
Oh I’m sorry that sucks! I’ll keep my fingers crossed that everything goes ok!
Hey. I don’t work the 10th or 11th (and can most likely get off for the 12th) if you want me to come and help take of C-baby while you recover. I don’t mind at all. Just let me know. xoxo
Yes, it does suck. Will keep you in my thoughts and prayers.
It’s good that you are taking care of it. Too many people just think it will go away or get better. Good luck with everything!
Hey…just wanted to leave you a note of encouragement. My father-in-law just had this surgery last month and he absolutely RAVES about how smooth and uneventful it was. He had a little bit of painkillers right after, but he seemed fine in a few days. He’s in his 70’s and not in the best of health, so I was really surprised.
And, he said how much better he can see now and that he wishes he had done it years earlier. Hope you have the same smooth experience!
I’m sorry you have to have the surgery, but so glad you’re catching it early! Glaucoma’s nasty, so good for you for being proactive. 🙂
Good Luck! I hope everything goes smooth for you!
The surgery you are going in for is sought after by the folks I work with. I think by this point, they have a very good system. I haven’t met anyone here that has a bad thing to say about the surgery. We’ll be thinking about you!
I have had laser surgery. Not for this, but for corrective purposes. But you know, it’s a LOT simpler and less scary than it sounds. I think you’ll be really pleasantly surprised when it’s over.
We’ll be sending you hugs on Friday, though, because any surgery is just plain scary.