The eyes have it

Mother clucker!!!!

It would seem that I am not yet done dealing with issues around my eye...fuck! After experiencing a further loss in vision out of my irradiated eye I went to visit my super villain ophthalmologist to make sure there was nothing to worry about. Turns there is. I have something called radiation retinopathy which, as the name would suggest, is directly attributed to my radiation treatment in January.

This condition is entirely predictable and expected when working with radiation near sensitive body parts....like sewing a radioactive disk to my eye for a week, that might count as near a sensitive body part right? But no one bothered to tell me in advance of this, which leads to a couple of questions but I don't want to mess with Karma too much today so I'll leave it at this for now.

And what does this mean for your intrepid protagonist? In a few weeks I go back to my Ernst Stavro Blofeld wannabe where he will reassess and most likely tell me that I will need laser eye surgery to repair the issue after getting my eye washed out of all the blood in it....gross eh. I'm told anything done around the eye can carry some significant risk so this may not be a little thing. It's not cancer coming back and I'm not likely to die from it, unlike the doctor performing the treatment as he approaches me with a needle to my eye....sorry doc, didn't mean to kick you in the sack, reflex you know....seriously, you OK man?

A complication to deal with, I'm sure it will be fine but I was hoping to not have any "procedures" in 2017 if you know what I'm saying. We'll see....or not....hahahaha I'm sure it will provide for some funny fodder though, like when I was being wheeled into the OR to remove the disk and the nurses and doctors were asking me a series of questions and marking which eye to work on, as if the bandage over the eye wasn't enough of a marker. One doctor asked me if I had any questions so I asked why I had to remove my underwear for a 15 minute procedure on my eye....supposedly the nylon fibres affect the instruments. If I could have, I would have raised an eyebrow at that moment. Or, when I was being sedated slowly slipping into that foggy state to see the nurses and doctors shrug their shoulders at each other because I didn't get knocked out as quickly as I should have been....pretty funny to me.

A special thank you to my loving sister for once again pushing me to investigate the issue. One would think I would have learned my lesson the first time around, but no...as usual, I was going to blow this latest incident off until she grabbed the phone from my mom and yelled at me for being, how shall we put this...stupid. Can't argue with that. Thanks brat :)

Ciao
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