Today I got my face-down sentence commuted! After a full week of having my head squeezed into a padded halo and forced to stare at floor or feet, I'm free to straighten up and look up. A visit to my retina specialist shows major healing of the macular hole, and an improvement in my vision. I still see the gas bubble in my left eye - it jiggles like the bubble in a level with every blink and heart beat, and produces an effect similar to looking through fishbowl. It should get smaller every day and be gone in another week. The five different eye drops are reduced to one four times a day. No driving till the bubble's gone and no elevation of heart rate or heavy lifting. My eye and face still look like I partied WAY too hard, and if you see me wearing sunglasses indoors, it's for your benefit more than mine.
I feel kind of like I'm doing something a little naughty now that I can sit at my computer and read again. I did tire quickly and went back to face-down for an hour this afternoon to rest. I think in a weird way I was adapting to the restrictions. This morning I was still slurping coffee through a straw, and stuck in my massage/torture chair. This afternoon I can eat popcorn without choking to death and walk around all I want.
My husband was a dedicated nurse and cheerleader. He cooked for me, coached me into proper posturing, stayed up till midnight to help me with the final drops and eye patch taping, tucked me into my wedge and head vise bed every night and most important, he prayed for me. Love you, Jerry!
I am in awe. Of modern medicine, the body's ability to heal, and of God's grace to strengthen, comfort and work all things together for good.
Now, back to normal life.
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