PRK Day 3

It's actually day 3 and then some. I wok up yesterday, Sunday, and noticed that my eyes were very sensitive to the light. It seemed like the waterworks were turned on, and someone forgot to shut the valve off. My eyes felt really tired. Part of the issue could have been all of the activity that I had the day before hanging out with friends for the day, but part of it seems like it is a norma part of the process. I was able to get going in the morning, although it seems that the hot water from the shower and the steam from the water make my eyes sensitive.

Anyhow, I was able to go to church with my family, though somewhat strange that I wasn't having anything to do with the service. It seemed as if I was at work, but just observing (as best I could with the eyes that I have right at the moment). While able to see about 85 percent of the stuff on the bulletin and in the hymnal (with a few added words to make the song my own), I managed to get through everything ok. By the time I got home, I was ready for a nap.

I slept most of the afternoon on Sunday, waking up again to the gauzy hazy views that seem to be part of this journey. At first in the morning, I thought I may have lost both of my protectived contact lenses. It was a little disconcerting to find my super cool plastic eye shields laying on the pillow next to me. Apparently I had taken them off during the night. Well, no worries.

The evening constituted a day of resting, laying in the recliner, and not doing much of anything but looking at a fuzzy television screen. At least I was able to hear most of what was going on. I ended up going to be early, and by early, that tould be 930 pm.

I slept pretty soundly, though I woke up at about 645 am and wasn't really able to get back to bed. Much like yesterday at church, my eyes felt like an auto zoom lens on a camera that had run amok, or at least had a mind of their own. I have no idea what was going on, but the best thing I could do was just to shut my eyes for a little while until my eyes settled down.

I was actually able to see quite well out of my right eye this morning, and my left eye seems like it is about 2 days behind. Nothing like having two separate eyes doing their own things.

Most of the day today I spent sleeping. I actually slept all morning, getting up just before noon. Even though I thought I could try to drive to pick up my dogs, that foolish thought dissipated quickly after about 2 blocks down the road. Luckily I had the common sense to turn back around. My brother was a saint, and assisted me in fetching my dogs from the kennel.

This afternoon, all I have done was sleep, sleep, and sleep. I don't think I have ever slept so much in one period of time like I have lately. I keep getting reminded by my dear friend Naomi that I had major surgery. I suppose she's right.

The hardest part right now is just waiting for things to clear up. It would be nice to be able to read, be able to see things with a bit more definition, and not have my eyes totally water at the first sight of any kind of light. I now know what a vampire must feel like.

Besides the waiting, I am truly grateful to have my dogs home again, as it is nice to have company during the day. I know in the end everything will be wonderful, at least I keep telling myself that. But I am really trying to learn how to ask for help when I need it, which is an extremely hard thing for me to do given my independent streak I have.

Anyhow, I am hoping that tomorrow and tomorrow's doctor's appointment goes well, and that things are progressing as they should. Only time will tell. The biggest thing now is just to stay positive, patient, and know that things will work out. Sometimes waiting is the hardest part.