The Cataract Story
Just still a little blind.
Monday morning I had one cataract removed. It was a day from hell. It didn't start well when I wasn't allowed to drink coffee or anything else for that matter and I could smell the coffee I made for Steve, grrr...
We drove the 45 minutes to the hospital in the foggy and rainy darkness not really knowing exactly where we were going. On arrival we found a parking spot right by the door and I thought, wow are we ever lucky. The parking meter swallowed my credit card and no matter wouldn't give it back. By this point I'm in a friggin tizzy because I'm due in Admitting in like 5 minutes and I'm frantically trying to get my card out of this machine. In case your wondering why I needed to use a credit card for parking? The price for parking was something insane like $3.50 per HALF hour.
Steve being the good man that he is went off to find a security guard and when he returned with one I left them both guarding the machine and card and took off to Admitting.
I'm sent off to the eye surgery floor and given a gown to put on over my clothes, have an I.V. inserted in my shrunken dehydrated vein and sit to wait. This is the fifth different hospital I've become acquainted with Since December 2007 and by far the worst of the bunch.
In every other hospital the day surgery department has recliners for waiting patients and you are given a warm blanket. Not this time. Just a hard chair in a dinky little room and Steve couldn't even stay with me. There were four people ahead of me and I thought it would be a long wait...not. My ophthalmologist was churning them out every twenty minutes. Steve told me that the nurse told him he was doing 26 operations.
My turn arrived and the anesthesiologist said he'd make me comfortable. He lied big time because I felt every little thing and it hurt like hell. I asked the doc about that this morning at my checkup appointment and told me that the Ontario government has asked hospitals to use the absolute minimum anesthetic thereby shortening the recovery time needed for the patient. I guess that's how they can do so many surgeries, in and out like a factory line. When the Ontario government promised shorter wait lists for cataract surgery they compromised patient care in the process. I remember when my later mother had hers done she was treated much better and had no pain at all. My eye still hurts today.
We retrieved the car and were home by eleven with a list of instructions and eye drops. Most instructions are easy to keep but I can't wash my hair for 7 days and that's going to be the hardest. I spent most of yesterday snoozing off and on.
As far as my sight goes, I still don't have clear vision in my eye although today is better than yesterday. I see him again in a week and hope it has improved by then. The one big thing I noticed and it was pretty amazing, the world through the operated eye is brighter. Whites' are whiter and colors are brighter now all I have to do is get rid of the fuzzy. I'm booked for the second eye but not until end of March. So much for the promised three weeks, it's somehow morphed into almost two months.
As far as the credit card goes, I never did get it back and when I got home had to cancel it.
Labels: cataract surgery