We’re heading out this morning to the surgical center for me to get minimally invasive glaucoma surgery in my right eye. The surgical procedure itself, should take about 10 minutes. It’s a newfangled procedure designed to be as gentle as possible on the eye. When the surgery is finished a patch will be taped over my eye. It will remain in place until my post surgical visit the next morning. Since my left eye has blood in it, blocking my vision, I will be sightless until the patch is removed from my right eye. There is a decent chance some blood will also be in my right eye blocking vision.
This new blood should dissipate in a day or so. At my request, a second surgery is being scheduled to remove the blood from my left eye. This surgery could take place a week after the first. Everyone is doing their best to minimize my loss of vision.
Mrs. Lion is feeling the stress of needing to support me while I can’t see. In her post yesterday, she’s already setting limitations on what she feels she can do. She is feeling pressure to pack our stuff for our move, and babysitting me will certainly interfere with that. I understand. I don’t think she understands how profoundly losing my sight affects me. I’m a visual creature. Sight is the primary way I interact with the world. Our Alexa can change TV channels for me. I don’t think she can adjust the volume or navigate through the program guide or list of recorded programs. I’ll use her where I can.
I’m sure you’re getting tired of our “caring for blind lion” stories. The thing is that we can’t relate to sex and FLRD very well in the face of such powerful hardship. I suppose Mrs. Lion can and will put her paw down as necessary. It will be difficult for her. It will for me as well. If you pray, please send one up there for me. I’ll need all the help I can get.
[Mrs. Lion — My post yesterday was meant to address the fact that Lion fights against help he receives. Of course, I’ll do anything he needs me to do.]