Back on Track (2)

Well, it is now more than four months since my last post.
Sounds like a confession.
Why? you might ask>
Lots of reasons.
There was a level of despondency and a sense that if I couldn't say something positive I best not say anything at all.
Things went a bit pear-shaped and as they started to improve the Holiday/Christmas season swung into action.
There also were technical difficulties. My PC died and working on a netbook, with sight compromised, was tricky.
Excuses over.
After my last post I fumbled along in a haze of trying to do the usual home/kids/work life balance in between administering regular doses of Prednefrin Forte drops, Chlorisig drops and ointment and various other lubricants.
Keeping the drops schedule is fine when you are home and can get to the fridge but once back leaving the drops at work or at home became a problem. Given they have a shelf life of 28 days and cost $20 for 10ml I didn't want two bottles on the go at once.
The eye remained uncomfortable and in November my specialist decided to do a bit of repair work.
I was due into surgery at around 1pm, having fasted from the previous night. I could have killed for a cup of tea.
I was less anxious this time.
I said my goodbyes to my husband, knowing this would be a quicker procedure. Once in surgery the familiar anaethetist arrived. "How about if we have a local instead of a general this time?" he suggested.
Caught on the spot, I said OK.
It was surreal to be semi-awake during the surgery. I could hear the familiar voice of my surgeon, instructing the nurse to pass the surgical equipment.
I awoke feeling far fresher than I had from the general.
I happily devoured the offered sandwiches, questioning the nurse as to whether I would have had them after my last procedure. She said they were always offered. I had no recollection.
The next day I was dropped at my surgeons for a post-op check up.
He removed the eye pad. "You have a bit of a bruise," he warned.
I then headed home, It was not too far from home and my eye immediately felt so much more comfortable.
I had 17 stitches. He had undone some of the stitches, tightening the graft. I now had 20 stitches.
That sunny last Spring day I felt I had a bit of a spring in my step.