I have had problems with my vision for several years. Life has become like a walk through a series of continuous “fun house mirrors”. There were no “straight lines” in my ocular universe, because of epiretinal membrane bunching.

I had vitrectomy surgery on Wednesday, Septempter 23, where two layers of scar tissue were removed from the retina of my left eye. The first 24 hours after surgery, I wore my post-surgical eye patch. Life was like a walk with the viewpoint of a “one-eyed wonder”, with blurry vision and no depth perception in the non-repaired eye.

Next month, life will be like a walk through the unknown—who knows what life will look like through my two eyes, one “renewed”, and one not so good!

My wife, Sharon, is my official “seeing eye human”, driver, and reader for important material that my “good” eye can’t read, for now. Yes, no reading for at least a week.

NO MORE BLOG POSTS, OR BOOK WRITING! (Ah, please don’t make that collective sigh of relief too loud, I want to preserve my hearing, OK?).

The patch came off Thursday. Improving vision returns over a period of several weeks. My surgically repaired eye will become my “best” eye, if all goes well! I get to do nothing for a week, except watch TV, and “take it easy”. I don’t know how that will even be possible.

My sister Pam says it looks like the surgery and its after effects have really taken a toll on me. I have saved quite a few “tokens” over the years, so I have this “toll ” covered.

UPDATE: Patch removed, black rimmed, translucent bubble in my field of vision, with a nice white fog surrounding it. All without psychedelics, what a “treat”.

FOLLOW THE BOUNCING BLACK BUBBLE!

Argh!

Where is my patch!

Being blind might be the best choice, at least for a little while longer.

Not So Tiny Black Bubble (thanks to Don Ho)

Not so tiny black bubble

In my left eye

Does not make me feel happy

Does not make me see fine

Not so tiny black bubble

Does not make me warm all over

I have a feeling that I don’t wanna

Have bad eyesight till the end of time

So here’s to the golden moon

And here’s to the silver sea

And mostly here’s a toast

To better vision for you and me

So here’s to the ginger lei

I give to my world today

And here’s a kiss of love

That, unlike my eyesight, will never fade away

Pop that cork, and let us all feel “warm all over”!

I can “see” all of us want to have a good time!

Have a nice day, with good eyesight!

Categories: Musings

Bruce

I am 69 years old, and I am a retired person. I began writing in 2016. I am married to Sharon White, a retired hospice nurse, and writer. Whose Death Is It Anyway-A Hospice Nurse Remembers Sharon is a wonderful friend and life partner of 36 years. We have three grandsons through two of Sharon's children. Readers have shown they are not interested in the rest of my bio.