Eye Trouble – Part II

When I woke up an hour later, at least I could open my eye again without too much pain. But still I could not see properly. Everything that was not really close up was very hazy. That must be how short-sighted people feel, I thought. Or maybe not. Up till then I had never had any trouble with my eyes (apart from itchiness due to hay-fever, but that does not really count, I guess).

Hazy is not good, I decided and called my doc. I felt quite embarrassed telling my story (who is so stupid to poke herself in the eye with her own finger? ME!!), but he was quite unfazed. “It happens more often than you think”, said, not specifying if he meant eye-injuries in general or silly accidents like mine. “The cornea reacts very sensitive, but it will heal. It just need a little time.” “Like, hours?” I asked hopefully. “Could be a day or two”, he answerded. He told me to rest my eye and call him again if it did not get better at all after a few hours.

So I went back to bed.

It did not get better after a few hours. So I called him again. “I should better see you then”, he decided and gave me an appointment for in the afternoon.

Until then at least the feeling inside the eye had improved – but I still felt like a mole on that eye. Doc put some stinging yellow fluid in my eye and looked at it with a blue light. “Oh yes”, I can see it, “he told me placidly. “You managed to scratch yourself right in front of the pupil. But it is not a big one. I am sure it will heal soon without complications.”He put some antibiotic cream in my eye just in case and put a patch over it. So for the rest of the day I walked around looking like a pirate captain, much to the astonishment of my boys. Interestingly enough they did not roll on the floor laughing but looked at me with real concern. “Can you take this off now?” Little One asked. “Tomorrow”, I promised.

Tomorrow came, the patch came off, the haze was still there. Ok, I thought, give it another day. Don’t worry.

Monday came, no change in eye-sight. I called my doc again, getting a little worried. He seemed concerned. “Maybe you should let an eye specialist look at it just in case”, he told me and arranged an appointment at the hospital (in the Netherlands, the specialist doctors do not have their own practice).

When I went there, a young and very friendly eye-specialist checked my eye-sight, put the yellow drops in again, looked with differents lights at different angles, measured my eye pressure – the whole lot. She then said cheerfully: “Yes, you managed to scratch your cornea right in front of the pupil.” (I already knew that.) “I can see that it is healing and it looks fine.” (Did not feel fine.) “At the moment you can see 80% with your right eye.” (Felt like less.) It should heal by itself in about one week. I can give you a gel to keep the eye moist, so that it feels better.” On one hand I felt relieved, on the other not completely reassured. “If it is not better after a week, should I call you again?” I asked. He shrugged. “You can call, if you like”, she said, which sounded a lot like “it would not change a thing”. She added “some people heal faster than others”, which hinted at a longer period of recovery.

That was almost three weeks ago. Since then, my eye-sight has not really improved. I can see ok-ish up close, blurry at a distance. It does feel better, less sensitive to light though (during the first week I was wearing sun-glasses almost constantly, even in-doors). I found some eye-drops and cream that is supposed to help (via my mum and her doc, because this stuff is not sold in the Netherlands, even though it is available at my mum’s place without prescription), and I am trying to be patient. It helps that we are on holidays at my mum’s place now.

I have tried to keep the computer time to a minimum and I am not reading a lot either. I could try to get an appointment at my mum’s own eye specialist here, but I am not sure if he will tell me anything else. I just hope this thing will heal, and at a reasonable pace.

Just now my eye feels a bit used and worn again… so, good night. Hopefully be back soon.

Eye Trouble – Part I

Do you have an internal list of stupid things you did to yourself?

Well, I do, and I have a new number one.

Right on top before was hitting the stairs with my fist out of anger and frustration about a good friend’s early death. Another story. Number two was missing the last step of – different – stairs and spraying my ankle. Stupid, but not unheard of. Rather common in fact.

But last Friday I managed to poke myself in the eye with my own finger. Don’t ask how I managed to do such a tremendously silly thing. I really don’t know it myself. I only know it was early in the morning, I had just gotten up, was searching for a pack of tissues in the bathroom to blow my nose. Found the tissues. Next thing I know is “ouch”. Really ouch. My eye clamped shut and was not ready to be opened again for quite some time. Tears streaming down my face, I stumbled into the bedroom, where Husband was just getting out of bed. “Can you have a look at my eye?” I asked him, “I poked myself with my finger.” “What?” His was still trying to really wake up and did defintely not look like he was ready to investigate anything, let alone some delicate eye business.

“Never mind.” I went back to the bathroom. Put some cold wet tissue on my eye. Managed to get dressed, to get downstairs to the kitchen, starting to prepare breakfast one-handedly. (One hand I needed to hold the wet tissue to my eye.) In between I tried to open my eye from time to time, without big success.

Husband came down, looked at my eye, did not see anything wrong. Which was a relief of some sort, but did not take away the feeling that there was something not right at all.

Boys came down, looked astonished at their mother’s strange behaviour, but wolved down their cereals as usual. Husband offered to drop the boys of at school, which was a relief as I was not fit for traffic at all.

So, with all three of them out of the house, I thought I might as well go back to bed, close both eyes and hope that things would be better after half an hour’s rest.

They were not. Not really. – They are now, but not completely. Which is why I not only have been missing out on everyone’s lovely blogs during the last week, but also why I should give my eye some rest now. And tell the second part of the story maybe tomorrow.

 

To be continued.