Back on Track (2) continued

When I got home after my post surgical check up my husband was shocked by my blackened eye.
The local had come at a cost. After the needle in the hand to send my off to dreamland a needle was placed near my eye to deaden the area.
Apart from the odd stares the recovery was so much easier.
Wherever I went I felt I needed to explain to people that I had eye surgery.
With friends I made light of it.
"If you think I look bad, you should see my husband," I joked one day. Immediately, I thought that was in pretty bad taste for anyone who was a battered wife.
I commented to a friend how awful it must be trying to go about your business if you were a battered wife.
"If you were a battered wife you would probably stay home," she offered.
After a few weeks the bruise disappeared.
I continued on the drops.
The vision at that point, in the weeks leading up to Christmas, wasn't that great but the comfort levels so much better. Also I had become used to managing with the compromised vision.
My specialist said I was legally able to drive but I did not feel comfortable doing that.
It meant we walked a bit more which did not hurt anyone. I also meant I was able to get helpful friends to ferry the kids to their various activities.
Just before Christmas I started doing short little trips in my neighborhood. I wondered how people would manage if they actually had to drive distances to work and for their work.
I am lucky that I live very close to my workplace and much of my activity is deliberately centred around my suburb.

Not long after the second surgery my specialist commented that I had a loose stitch. I was causing some irritation and while he wanted to keep it in place for as long as possible he needed to make sure it was not annoying me.
Finally, on a visit just before Christmas he told me he would flick out the stitch.
I had to put my chin on the support and stare towards the ceiling,  scared stiff that I might blink. I was super nervous.
He used some surgical tools to cut it out.
At a follow up visit I commented to him that sitting there as he cut it out was one of the most nerve wracking experiences of my life. He said the rest of the stitches, when the time came, would be removed in that same manner. Ouch.