Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye.

Hello, Ladies!

I had 4 posts in mind when I finally reconnected with your earlier this week and still do. Posts 1 and 2 have been posted, both of which were about finding my identity as in personality and spiritually. You all probably learned way to much about me but hey this blog is about the reality of being human which requires candid glimpses into my life. Posts 3 and 4 will be coming. #3 is about Esther Bible Study which is now complete. #4 is about my gym and fitness endeavors. As for today, I will be just catching you up on a recent event.

Okay, if anyone had given me the truth before my cataract surgery, I would have probably needed a valium before going into surgery. I was told it doesn’t hurt and that the surgery is quite the routine. WELL! I had great pre-surgery staff tending to me. They were precious. I couldn’t say boo without them coming to my aid. They learned I had “Queen” blood in me. I wasn’t demanding in the least. They just were extra hospitable. They brought me heated blankets and adjusted my pillow/cushions frequently. A nurse came to put in my IV and she was extra gentle and I didn’t feel a thing. Yet she apologized for any discomfort. I told myself then that I couldn’t wait until I had to come back to have my right eye done. A nurse anesthetist came in and explained that she was not putting me to sleep but would make me groggy and thereby comfortable during the procedure. LIAR!

I was wheeled into the chamber of horrors completely unaware of my fate. My handsome doctor explained everything to me. He kept asking me if I knew my name and where and why I was having surgery. He took for granted I was under some heavy anesthesia. I told him clearly all the correct answers. I had to be somewhat awake so he could tell me to move my eye a certain way. Well, I had no trouble telling him I could see EVERYTHING and YES I felt that pressure, IT HURT LIKE, well you know. It didn’t hurt enough to lift me off the bed but it felt like he was pressing on a bruise. I thought Ms. Nurse Ratched from, well you know where, would increase the goods but apparently not. I could see a wonderful light show in between the slicing and replacing of my lens. I was fascinated but still irritated by my total awareness of the procedure. I enjoyed conversation with my doctor but hey, I wanted that good ole groggy feeling so I could take a good ole long nap afterwards. NOT! I had a headache and my eye felt like it had sand in it, which apparently is normal for a few hours. Try a whole 24 hours for me…wouldn’t you know, nothing ever simple for me. You know I went home whining! But not before I had a taco salad. I had fasted from the night before and my surgery was at 3:00pm. I was starving, and even if I was not, I was going to eat after fasting for nothing – no anesthesia. The real torture of this experience was wearing BIG square sun shield or sunglasses in public. My kids laughed but were tempered a little because they don’t like the Queen to hurt. They are sweet, the little ingrates.

All in all ladies, the surgery went fine. My doctor is wonderful and has had to deal with my many afflictions to my eyes due to long term Prednisone and my auto immune disease. I still have some blurriness as to be expected until full healing. As for the right eye, well I won’t fail to tell them to bring on the anesthesia and I will visit my regular doctor for some anxiety med. I am not afraid of taking on Nurse Ratched.

Have an enjoyable weekend, girlfriends! We are going to our church’s auction Saturday morning/afternoon. Come on out if you want some great food and good deals, West Point Baptist Church, 1160 Union Road, Rutherfordton, NC.


From One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest 1975 Film:

Nurse Ratched: If Mr. McMurphy doesn't want to take his medication orally, I'm sure we can arrange that he can have it some other way. But I don't think that he would like it.