I thought the injection in the eye for macular degeneration was going to be routine, but it wasn’t this time. I’m surmising I didn’t do well reading the eye chart, which is the first quick test you are given. They shunted me to the person who takes a scan of the retina, often given at the end of the sixth cycle. After another wait, I had the numbing drops and an explanation that my retina showed a disturbance and I would be given a stronger dose than before. I’ll get another in eight weeks.
Those are the bare facts. Emotionally, it was unnerving. The audiologist reset my hearing aids to a higher level several weeks ago, and I think they are a bit too high. The waiting room was loud, but I didn’t lower the volume because I was afraid I wouldn’t hear my name called. By the time I left the office two hours later, my head was reeling with all that noise.
The injection seemed normal until after the eye was rinsed. I took the exit papers in my hand, stood up, and realized one eye was seeing only white, pure white. I always thought blindness was black, but mine was as white as snow. (They do say snow is blinding!) I walked hesitantly to stand in line to make the next appointment. I could see the exit door and knew John was waiting in the car just outside that door. If I could only make it out there, I could collapse in the car.
Thankfully, the sight began to return, and I could see where I was going without tripping over people. I was a rumpled heap for a while, but John was very patient with me.
It was a sad task to cancel the appointment I had with the eye doctor who was going to prescribe glasses. The only practical thing was to postpone it until the eye is more settled. I have learned one very important thing. I WANT glasses again! I’m extremely tired of groping for reading glasses whenever I want to see text messages, read a recipe card, know what we need from the grocery shelf, or decipher tiny script on the laptop. If I don’t whip those glasses off when I stand up, they can make me dizzy and run into things. My ears are worn out, and my patience has vanished. I want to see instantly 100% of the time, and glasses are the answer. It took me a while to want glasses when I was a young teen. It was quicker this time. Is that progress, do you think??
That one stressful day is over, thank heavens! I am back in the business of being me.
Bless your heart but being who we are suppose to be is the most important. Abba wouldn’t want any thing less.
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Oh Anne what a time you have had! Better days ahead I hope!! Hugs
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Thank you, Chris. I have already had a better day.
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Oh good!
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I am so sorry you have to go through this but it’s wonderful that there are treatments. I had eye correction surgery a long time ago and it was wonderful (I had terrible vision) except for close up. I hobbled along with readers for a while and then decided to get regular glasses. The upper part is almost clear except for a slight prescription for astigmatism but the lower part is a reader. They are wonderful. Get yourself some funky glasses!
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I have five pairs of readers scattered about the house, always slightly out of reach. I’m learning to take a pair with me to read a menu or a bulletin. My next pair of prescription glasses will be a bit like yours.
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It will be easier.
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Thank you for that reassurance.
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That was one tough day. Though my own eye issues were just routine cataracts, I totally empathize with you about a delay in getting glasses. I was about nine months with all those frustrations — never dreamed how many times a day I would need to put those temporary reading specs on and off. And oh the joy when the specs go on when I get dressed, of when I get undressed. Take care.
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Wow! I had no idea one would need to wait nine months to get glasses after cataract removal. My retina blew up as I was recovering from my second cataract surgery. Maybe I’m not so far out of line, after all. Thanks for writing about your experience.
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Oh, that’s not normal. Covid, Christmas and a post-op procedure disrupted things. Nuisance.
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You had a rough time! Glad that’s behind you.
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Oh Anne, I am so sorry you are going through this, it is frightening and frustrating. I hope it clears up soon, and the combination of not seeing and hearing a lot of noise would be disconcerting. The thing I noticed in the picture though, was beautiful you! You have a beautiful smile and you radiate light. May God give you grace, comfort and healing. I never encourage anyone to pray for patience, so I will not burden you with that. Thank you for sharing. Blessings, Michele
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God has given me grace, comfort, and sympathetic friends like you. Thank you. I laughed that you won’t tell anyone to pray for patience. Very wise on your part!
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Your 👁️ surgery. You have toeyesight is something most of take for granite. I hope your eyesight gest better . You wear hearing aids. Iam so sad 😢
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I’m grateful to have hearing aids, and I’ve worn glasses most of my life. These are minor things, really.
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Thanks God 🙏. I am so happy you has it’s minor. You can’t mind. Iam so sorry.
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May you got peace, I pray to God!
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Thank you. I do have peace.
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our eyesight is something most of us take for granite. It must have been scary Anne!
I hope your eyesight gets better and stays that way!
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Thank you very much. It was a shocking day, but it was over quickly.
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To be ourselves is a blessing. My husband too wears a hearing aid. Some noises are too loud. He has to go again for a check up. Regards
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There is an adjustment of the brain to hearing aids, and it took longer than I thought it would. Hope your husband has good luck with his.
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I am scheduled on Wednesday to see an eye specialist for a possible operation to my right eye. Hugs Anne!
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Thank you, Arlene. Keep us posted about your eye. I’m praying for you.
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Oh my, what an ordeal. I hope you are having a better day and you can get glasses again soon. Although, I must say you look very lovely in the picture. xo
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The one bad day was over and done with. I’ve worn glasses most of my life, so it will be a relief to be able to see without fumbling. I can still enjoy waking up and being able to see across the room.
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The stress meter must have been whirling like a fan in mid-summer. Unsettling to say the least! Elizabeth and I both have readers stashed all over the house. Such a bother! I suppose that is the price for living into the eighth decade!
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I like your word picture of a whirling fan. Failing eyesight goes with age, so I am going to rejoice that I’ve lived this long and help is available.
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We definitely take our vision and hearing for granted. When it’s taken away, even temporarily, it’s debilitating. So sorry you had to go through this. This just helps us appreciate what we have even more!🙏
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Thank you for reading and commenting. I’d like reciprocal viewing of your art. Would you let me see your paintings? Do you post them anywhere on line?
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Sorry to hear you’re going through rough times, Anne. I hope the worst is behind you now. For what it’s worth, you look radiant in that photograph–a picture of good health!
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Thanks, Marcia. John and I do our best to stay healthy, within reason. If the latest fad was drinking Zyla juice, we wouldn’t. (I made up Zyla juice.). I hope you are enjoying good health.
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I’m glad you came through your doctor’s visit in one piece, but it sounds like an ordeal. As for getting your glasses again, you know I’m onboard with that. Soon, my dear, soon you’ll have them again
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I’m glad you are enthusiastic about glasses. I promise to love mine when I get them.
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Sorry you’re dealing with this. Sending love
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Thank you. I enjoyed that heap of love you sent!
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That sounds so awful. Glad things are getting better now.
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Thankfully, one bad day didn’t ruin ten.
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It is interesting that while all the comments vary, a strong thread runs through about how you look in that photo. I noticed it, too–it is like you are radiantly glowing and truly beautiful. I think we can all be impatient in these kinds of situations, and yet it still takes the same amount of time to work, no matter how we view it! Readers in every room of the house saved me for quite a while when my distance vision was just fine. Now it is a hassle because when I need to focus close up, it messes with the distance when I am done, and when I have on my regular glasses and need to focus close up, it messes with everything! Still, like you, I am grateful I am still functioning independently. May folks continue to provide the support you need without trying to tell you how to feel or what to do!
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Problems with focus hit most of us when we get older. I remember the first time I played with my son’s hand-held game after he went to bed. I couldn’t put the game down for quite a while, and when I did, I couldn’t see anything across the room clearly. What a shock! I’m used to it now.
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I am so sorry your treatment didn’t go well. How scary that you weren’t able to see! I hope it goes better next time.
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Congratulations on making it thru a really tough day
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Well I can’t give this post a “like” (first time ever on your blog) as I can feel your angst of that day all these miles away. I know returning to the normalcy of glasses will make you happy again, so I hope it happens soon.
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Oh my Anne, this has to be difficult! Praying for healing and rest for your eyes and ears and patience for you as you walk through it!
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Thank you Kathy.
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O my goodness Anne, it sounds perfectly harrowing. I’d also be emotionally un-nerved and drained after all that. May the best resolution happen …
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That was one bad day. Thankfully, most days are normal.
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Stress, you’re not kidding! Your post title alone gave me the heebie-jeebies! So good that you still had John for support!!
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Yes, John was a tower of strength that day.
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Wow, what an experience, Anne. You are a brave woman. I hope you are able to drive now. Thoughts and prayers. Be well. oxox
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I’ll wait another few months to find out if the eye is stable enough for me to get glasses. Meanwhile, Lise will be here another month and a half, and she loves to drive. oxox
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Lucky you! Be well. Let’s hope for the best. oxox
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