Okay, so for nine months I’ve suffered with double vision, all the time trying to maintain my spunk and do the best that I can with what I’ve had to work with. Finally, I got a chance to have surgery to fix my eye muscles so that, at long last, I could have normal vision just like regular people. The time ramping up to that surgery was filled with delays and unimaginable stress, but I finally reached “zero hour” on Monday. I was so excited. I came through the surgery fine…only to find myself with WORSE double vision than before! The surgeon had indicated that I might still have “periods” of double vision, but had implied that I would also have periods of normal vision, too. So I was heartbroken. It wasn’t until afterward that he claimed that “Oh yes, this is completely normal.”
I didn’t cope well with this. Not well at all. To find myself having more difficulty functioning than before has been almost more than I can bear. The tears show up at regular intervals and there’s nothing I can do about it. My eyes look like someone poured Drano into them and feel like they’re full of glass shards. And as I look around, searching for hope, I realize my sense of humor and my persistence have fled. And I have nothing to hold onto. Nothing.
For those of you who have expressed caring (all four or five of you,) I did go to the doctor yesterday and he proclaimed that my healing is progressing well. He explained that the eye muscles that were cut now need time to re-attach. Right now they are being held with sutures. He says that now my eyes are “over corrected,” but that they should eventually work their way back to normal vision…IN WEEKS! From where I’m sitting, I don’t believe him. No one ever warned me that there would be this long waiting period after the surgery for results. I had so much hope that everything would be fixed. What I NEVER expected was that I’d be in a worse situation than when I started. A person can only take so much.
This blog used to be a life saver for me. It was a place where I could vent, air my opinions and find support from my readers. That didn’t work this time. I feel like I’m totally alone out here. I’ve been drained of my joy, my spirit, my sass and my sense of humor. The idea of going back to writing my funny posts, my cloud patrols, my movie and TV reviews and my cockeyed views on life doesn’t move me at all. I’m empty inside.
So, I’ve decided to walk away from “Star, Simplified.” I thought I was making a difference, but now I realize I was just fooling myself. And, until I can once more find some shred of hope in my life… I have nothing to say.
Take care of yourselves.