There’s not a lot going on outside apart from the storms that keep hitting us. It seems we have two days of howling wind and rain followed by a day of calm and then the next storm relentlessly sweeps in from the Atlantic.
The calm days are actually quite strange and still, hard to believe it’s the same place where just hours before the wind has been playing Frisbee with anything not nailed down.
Anyway, regardless of the weather, Thursday was my cataract operation. I got myself into a right old funk on Wednesday night, hardly a wink of sleep. By 5:30am I was seriously wondering if it would be so bad to just carry on without it. I know it’s not a great deal to do with allotments but I hope my writing about it proves useful to some other poor devil sitting on the computer imitating a jelly before the operation.
Having been awake all night, by the time I got to the hospital I was too tired to be scared. Besides, what youngster of 59 can show fear when in a room full of much older ladies patiently waiting their turn?
Arrived at Ysbyty Gwynedd (Gwynedd Hospital) at 2:30pm to find I was last on the list, so a two hour wait. Being Mr Cool, I dozed off, or maybe it was something to do with no sleep the night before.
Next I knew they made me sit in a chair and wheeled me through, more eye drops and out came the surgeon with a hypodermic. Oh Golly! (or something similar) I said as sheer terror grabbed me. He laughed and said I wouldn’t feel it and he’d be worried at the thought of a needle in the eye. Didn’t feel it at all.
Then onto a table and they sort of wrap your head up in seconds and we’re away. I think it was about 15 minutes of slight pressure, odd noises, instructions like look up, look down and the most amazing psychedelic light show since Timothy Leary.
I was very aware of having to keep as still as possible so felt very cramped after lying tensely, even trying to breath shallowly and not to cough. Also, the second I got on the table, my first thought was I should have popped to the loo first!
Wheeled back to the recovery area for a cuppa and a biscuit (ahh, tea cures everything) along with a pill that would make my fingers tingle, reduce pressure in the eye and make me pee more. Obviously after the psychedelics we were moving onto the harder stuff!
I noticed at this point I could actually see a bit better than usual!
Half hour wait in case my eye fell out or something and then the nurse walked with me to the car (Val brought it around to the side door). Bit embarrassed but I was unsteady on my feet and vision (with no specs on because of the eye shield) blurry. All in all, not as bad as some dental visits.
I felt reasonably good in the evening, ate a light tea and early to bed except the tingle finger pill had me up every two hours through the night!
Friday arrived and off came the protective eye shield – a sort of transparent plastic pirate patch. Blood shot does not begin to describe it. I looked like I’d got in the boxing ring with Mike Tyson and I’d not won.
As each day goes by, the soreness wears off and it already looks less bloodshot. Overall it’s well worth the discomfort for the amazing result. My sight to the left is now clear, which I expected, but everything is brighter which I hadn’t. There’s a blue tinge to light and the bathroom halogens are too bright. It’s lovely!
On final point – the department seems to run like a well-oiled machine, smooth and efficient but just as important to a terrified patient, from the nurses to the consultant, they are friendly and caring with a sense of humour. They all deserve a huge thank you.