One Year

One year ago early this morning I was Going to See A Man about an Eye.  And I Survived that surgery (tho I cried A LOT!).  And since it’s been one year I thought I’d give you a little update.

Waking up later in the day – still high – not feeling so cool

I was actually at the eye doc earlier this week.  The last time I’d seen him a few months ago he was concerned that my eye wasn’t up to par with where he’d hoped it would be.  There was still quite a bit of swelling inside and tho my vision has improved my sight itself was blotchy.  So, he told me at that last appointment that more than likely he’d begin injecting my eye with medication to see if that would help speed things up.  (Insert Sandy freaking out HERE.)

Home from the hospital the following day….Winston missed me.

However, at this week’s appointment he decided to forego the eye-dea (see what I did there?) of sticking a needle into my eye (thank the Good Lord for that one).  In fact, he says at this point there’s not much more he can do.  My vision in my good eye is better than 20/20.  My vision with both eyes is 20/20.  My vision in my bad eye is pretty darn good – however my sight is still off and it’s still blotchy.

Chillin’ like a villain with my ghetto black eye about a week or so later

The surgeon last year said that it could take up to 2 years for my eye to heal and improve.  The doctor I saw this week (and have been seeing since post-surgery) isn’t sure if it’s going to improve any further than where it’s at.  I’m young, he says, and we can hope for improvement but right now there’s nothing more that can be done.  Just hope for the best.

These days-ish – And I wear this sweater a lot (I like to be consistent)

I guess I shouldn’t complain – my vision is better than most people’s.  Blair says that without his glasses, my sight is a lot better than his.  So for now I guess I’ll just keep my mouth shut and hope for the best.

Cheers