Rumple Foreskin
The AH Patriarch
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- Jan 18, 2002
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Greetings,
For the benefit of those coming in late: back in April, while walking the dog, I noticed a ragged, pale-yellow line along the upper edge of my field of vision. The next day it had edged further down. It was translucent at the bottom edge, but dark and opaque at the top. Self, I said to myself, your retina is detaching.
A detached retina is always a high anxiety situation. When you have only one eye, it really gets your attention. Permanent loss of sight is a distinct possibility. It was time to call in the pros.
Next day an ophthalmologist confirmed my diagnosis. The day after that, he operated.
In the weeks that followed, I v-e-r-y s-l-o-w-l-y began to recover usable vision. Part of the problem was having a small bag of air (balloon sounds way too low-tech) placed in the eye to keep the reattached retina in place.
For the next few weeks, it was a bit like looking out at the world through a jiggling aquarium. The air bag is supposed to be absorbed slowly and replaced by the normal fluid in the eye. As this happens, the upper edge of the bubble s-l-o-w-l-y gets lower and lower.
While this is going on, you learn to sympathize with anyone ever forced to wear tri-focals. There’s “normal” vision at the top, the fish-tank view at the bottom and in the middle, along the top edge of the bubble, there’s no vision at all. All this tends to make looking at a computer monitor a headache inducing challenge.
It’s easier to write than read and writing is still a chore. For instance, this epistle was composed using Verdana 18 point. (That’s my excuse for not replying to e-mails and PM’s and I’m sticking to it.) So enjoy the break from my posts while you can.
However, consider yourself warned, the eye keeps on healing up. That "bubble" finally vanished a few days ago. The vision is much mo' better than what I had back in April - BUT - the pressure is still low which changes the shape of the eye. As a result, none of my glasses or contacts is the proper refraction.
Ever so often, I pull a "Fred Sanford" (note for those under 40: As played by Redd Foxx on “Sanford & Son,” a ‘70’s sitcom) routine and go through all my old glasses to see which one works best. At present, I'm back to the old pair I was using before the cornea transplant last year. Bottom line is I still have to use a magnafing glass to read "normal" size type on a 'puter screen.
I’ll keep checking in ever so often, so y’all play nice. Until then, remember, “Don’t take life so serious, son—it ain’t no-how permanent.”
Rumple Foreskin
For the benefit of those coming in late: back in April, while walking the dog, I noticed a ragged, pale-yellow line along the upper edge of my field of vision. The next day it had edged further down. It was translucent at the bottom edge, but dark and opaque at the top. Self, I said to myself, your retina is detaching.
A detached retina is always a high anxiety situation. When you have only one eye, it really gets your attention. Permanent loss of sight is a distinct possibility. It was time to call in the pros.
Next day an ophthalmologist confirmed my diagnosis. The day after that, he operated.
In the weeks that followed, I v-e-r-y s-l-o-w-l-y began to recover usable vision. Part of the problem was having a small bag of air (balloon sounds way too low-tech) placed in the eye to keep the reattached retina in place.
For the next few weeks, it was a bit like looking out at the world through a jiggling aquarium. The air bag is supposed to be absorbed slowly and replaced by the normal fluid in the eye. As this happens, the upper edge of the bubble s-l-o-w-l-y gets lower and lower.
While this is going on, you learn to sympathize with anyone ever forced to wear tri-focals. There’s “normal” vision at the top, the fish-tank view at the bottom and in the middle, along the top edge of the bubble, there’s no vision at all. All this tends to make looking at a computer monitor a headache inducing challenge.
It’s easier to write than read and writing is still a chore. For instance, this epistle was composed using Verdana 18 point. (That’s my excuse for not replying to e-mails and PM’s and I’m sticking to it.) So enjoy the break from my posts while you can.
However, consider yourself warned, the eye keeps on healing up. That "bubble" finally vanished a few days ago. The vision is much mo' better than what I had back in April - BUT - the pressure is still low which changes the shape of the eye. As a result, none of my glasses or contacts is the proper refraction.
Ever so often, I pull a "Fred Sanford" (note for those under 40: As played by Redd Foxx on “Sanford & Son,” a ‘70’s sitcom) routine and go through all my old glasses to see which one works best. At present, I'm back to the old pair I was using before the cornea transplant last year. Bottom line is I still have to use a magnafing glass to read "normal" size type on a 'puter screen.
I’ll keep checking in ever so often, so y’all play nice. Until then, remember, “Don’t take life so serious, son—it ain’t no-how permanent.”
Rumple Foreskin
Many healingvibes honey, glad to see you back a bit!
