The Gross Eyeball Post
Some of you may remember the eye surgery I had back in October, whereby My Stupid Leaky Eye was fitted with a lovely shunt. If you have the stomach for it, check out this link for the procedure…a dacryocystorhinostomy (halfway down the page, The Balloon (Non-Incisional) DCR).
Last Friday I had to break from the crazyness of work to have the tube removed.
It was just gross.
The last time I was that nervous was when I flew for the first time after 9-11, and had to steady my nerves with a couple shots of whiskey at the airport bar. Dammit, the eye doctor has no bar.
I was telling myself, “Don’t-pass-out-don’t-pass-out” when the ophthalmologist came in. With a young student. Somehow that calmed me. Like having my kids there. I didn’t want to freak her out, so I very calmly let the doctor put drops in my eyes and do the grossgross procedure, flinching only once, at the knot, and laughing afterwards at how painless it was.
This weekend, I wore contacts for the first time in 4 ½ months.
I felt pretty again.
I felt like me again.