The Vitrectomy
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
UPDATE, Wednesday, August 05, 2009
My Calling: Driving Hospital Staff BonkersWell it’s the day before my “emergency” operation at the Downtown Hamilton campus of St. Joseph’s Hospital. I have been relocated there from the King Street, Stoney Creek campus because the latter is on a two week vacation period; operating with a skeleton crew only. Everyone in their system is referring to my procedure as an “emergency” one. Whatever, it sure is making me feel like the important guy with the cigar in that old muffler commercial.
This morning I had to go in for my pre-op everything.
The first person I saw was the clerk who made a brand new hospital card and put together a file. Once I had verified the details on my new card, I was told to go to a waiting room. I had a sense that this was all going only too well! When things in a hospital seem ultra efficient, you JUST KNOW the boom is about to fall.
The wait wasn’t bad at all, and yes, I got smacked full in the face with the first passing of the boom. A clinician soon came to the waiting room and called my name, telling me to follow her.
When they call out your name in a crowded waiting room with an authoritative voice, isn't it just like getting called to Contestant’s Row on The Price is Right?!?!
I meekly followed her to a chair in the hallway where I was told to sit. She took my heart rate, (63), and blood pressure, (high because I had just walked a long hallway), but I guess I passed. On we went, down the hall some more. We soon arrived at a weigh scale in the middle of a high-people-traffic hallway and she told me to get on. I asked if I should remove all my clothes first to get an accurate reading, putting her on official notice that she was now being challenged. The Grand Tour continued! She then asked me to follow her once again, (evidently she had not read the chart that I am half blind), and took me to a height chart on the wall.
Why can’t they just ask for your height! I mean, I’ve been the same height for 40-something years and have always passed that question with quite a good and accurate mark! What's more, she failed! She was so much shorter than me ... that when she laid papers on my head they bent downwards against the chart, cutting at least half an inch from my official height.
On we went ... she next led me to a private room. Here she put me on an electrocardiogram machine. I guess I passed that one … she simply grunted as she pulled off the sticky things, painfully removing half my body hair, (they should give you a general anesthesia for that test!).
With that she instructed me to go back to the waiting room to be called upon yet again. Having toured what seemed to be half the hospital with that one tekkie, my mind was now busy formulating an efficiency report. If they put a weigh scale and height chart in with the heart machine they could process the patients twice as fast instead of giving each one a global-sized tour of the cavernous hallways of St. Joe's!
The Pink Registered Nurse had asked for my complete history of operations. Beyond a tonsillectomy as a 12 year old and a repaired Achilles tendon from trying to play sports to too old an age, that cupboard was bare. I waited until she was off that page and had shuffled that sheet back into the thick deck; then said, “I forgot an operation”.
In the smallest little voice I could muster I replied, “Circumcision.”
For what seemed an eternity she just stared at the sheet, with no clue on how to proceed. She knew that I knew I had the upper hand here now; that I was finally in charge of this interview; that I had delivered the TKO.
After an eternity she meekly asked, “Can you remember when?”
Firmly and in control I replied, “Yes, it was on April 23rd, 1950”
“How on earth do you remember the exact date!” she whispered, trembling and now definitely in awe.
“Cause I was two days old!” I triumphantly ordered, as she penned in the date.
Before long the anesthesiologist, Doctor Bilos, called me into his office. He was a very nice chap, wanting to know my history with anesthetics, allergies, possible current illnesses, and a host of instructions to follow before the operation. He made sure that I will be spitting out all the water when I brush my teeth tomorrow morning … I thought about it for a fleeting moment, but then decided not to go there! After all, he hadn’t told me he was a registered doctor.
So I’m home right now, half blind, and thinking about tomorrow’s operation, praying for the best.
Let’s hope so!
This morning I had to go in for my pre-op everything.
The first person I saw was the clerk who made a brand new hospital card and put together a file. Once I had verified the details on my new card, I was told to go to a waiting room. I had a sense that this was all going only too well! When things in a hospital seem ultra efficient, you JUST KNOW the boom is about to fall.
The wait wasn’t bad at all, and yes, I got smacked full in the face with the first passing of the boom. A clinician soon came to the waiting room and called my name, telling me to follow her.
When they call out your name in a crowded waiting room with an authoritative voice, isn't it just like getting called to Contestant’s Row on The Price is Right?!?!
I meekly followed her to a chair in the hallway where I was told to sit. She took my heart rate, (63), and blood pressure, (high because I had just walked a long hallway), but I guess I passed. On we went, down the hall some more. We soon arrived at a weigh scale in the middle of a high-people-traffic hallway and she told me to get on. I asked if I should remove all my clothes first to get an accurate reading, putting her on official notice that she was now being challenged. The Grand Tour continued! She then asked me to follow her once again, (evidently she had not read the chart that I am half blind), and took me to a height chart on the wall.
Why can’t they just ask for your height! I mean, I’ve been the same height for 40-something years and have always passed that question with quite a good and accurate mark! What's more, she failed! She was so much shorter than me ... that when she laid papers on my head they bent downwards against the chart, cutting at least half an inch from my official height.
On we went ... she next led me to a private room. Here she put me on an electrocardiogram machine. I guess I passed that one … she simply grunted as she pulled off the sticky things, painfully removing half my body hair, (they should give you a general anesthesia for that test!).
With that she instructed me to go back to the waiting room to be called upon yet again. Having toured what seemed to be half the hospital with that one tekkie, my mind was now busy formulating an efficiency report. If they put a weigh scale and height chart in with the heart machine they could process the patients twice as fast instead of giving each one a global-sized tour of the cavernous hallways of St. Joe's!
So back to the waiting room and to the same bunch of today’s contestants waiting to be interviewed, questioned, poked, prodded and tested. We had just begun trading war stories again when a lady in a very smart pink lab coat asked me to follow her. She even had her own office where we stayed put. She introduced herself and added, (no kidding), “I’m a registered nurse.” Impressed, but not wanting to outrank her about my actually being a rocket scientist, I simply replied, “How do you do, I’m a registered patient”. Her look indicated we had not gotten off on the right foot. I also felt that inevitable feeling of wanting to challenge authority.
And then the questions started! She should have simply gone page by page with me through Grey’s Anatomy. I could not believe how many diseases exist to man. She wanted to know everything about me. She seemed genuinely unhappy that she couldn’t find something terminal about me, so I decided it was time she was challenged too!The Pink Registered Nurse had asked for my complete history of operations. Beyond a tonsillectomy as a 12 year old and a repaired Achilles tendon from trying to play sports to too old an age, that cupboard was bare. I waited until she was off that page and had shuffled that sheet back into the thick deck; then said, “I forgot an operation”.
Holy Operating Theatre! The look of triumph was telltale on her face. Her inquisition had indeed unearthed something sickly about me. It was evident in her eyes that I was no longer the Poster Child of Health I had tried to establish. I was setting her up ....
She finally and triumphantly found the sheet and scrolled with her pen downwards until she reached the box containing “tonsillectomy” and “Torn Achilles”, with their respective dates. Without looking up she asked, “What was your other operation?”In the smallest little voice I could muster I replied, “Circumcision.”
For what seemed an eternity she just stared at the sheet, with no clue on how to proceed. She knew that I knew I had the upper hand here now; that I was finally in charge of this interview; that I had delivered the TKO.
After an eternity she meekly asked, “Can you remember when?”
Firmly and in control I replied, “Yes, it was on April 23rd, 1950”
“How on earth do you remember the exact date!” she whispered, trembling and now definitely in awe.
“Cause I was two days old!” I triumphantly ordered, as she penned in the date.
She was now almost a basket case. When she asked me how my hearing was I replied, "Pardon". That went right over her head like a Jumbo Jet on takeoff and she asked me again! Next, she asked how my eyesight was. Here I was sitting across from her, totally blind in one eye and registering with her for a vitrectomy eye operation; sporting dark sunglasses so huge I looked exactly like a pale Stevie Wonder.
Moments later she asked me to go sit and wait at the end of the hall for the interview with the anesthesiologist. I'm sure she was headed to the pharmaceutical department for a Valium hit and Prozac chaser. She had finally met her match!Before long the anesthesiologist, Doctor Bilos, called me into his office. He was a very nice chap, wanting to know my history with anesthetics, allergies, possible current illnesses, and a host of instructions to follow before the operation. He made sure that I will be spitting out all the water when I brush my teeth tomorrow morning … I thought about it for a fleeting moment, but then decided not to go there! After all, he hadn’t told me he was a registered doctor.
So I’m home right now, half blind, and thinking about tomorrow’s operation, praying for the best.
Let’s hope so!
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
UPDATE, Tuesday, August 4th, 2009
St. Joseph's Hospital
King Street Campus, Stoney Creek
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My next scheduled appointment with Dr. Chaudhary was for 10:00 AM this morning and my operation is still tentatively scheduled for Thursday.
Before seeing Dr. Chaudhary, some preliminary exams and note-taking were done first by Marina the Clinician and then by Dr. Sharda, the resident opthamologist. Then on to see “The Big Boss” ….
At Sunday’s pre operation chat, Dr. Chaudhary had explained that I have to fast, solids and liquids included, from Wednesday at midnight.
So the very first thing, when Chaudhary asked how I was doing, and if I had any more questions and concerns, I explained how starved I was since I had been fasting since midnight for this appointment, as per his instructions.
He turned towards me and gave me a brand new look, a look of inquisition lying somewhere between ‘are you that dumb?’ or ‘are you pulling my leg?’ When he realized he wasn’t dealing with a deck of cards short of an ace he had a good laugh.
In fact I had two concerns, one for each eye. My left eye had gone completely blind the day before. Marina the clinician had just shone a very bright light into it and I had seen the barest of a flicker. Telling him my guess would be now 99.9% blind, I explained my layman’s fear that perhaps the retina had become completely torn, dislodged and irreparable. Thankfully, even before he looked under the microscope he assured me that it would remain attached at the base, towards the lens, and that the operation had not become more critical due to this advanced state of blindness.
My second concern was the increased number of floaters in my right eye, (as in the one and only good one I currently have). He confirmed my suspicion that these were the result of Saturday’s laser treatment and not a sign of a second retinal detachment. PHEW!!!
So all the worries I had harboured over the last two days were quickly negated by his explanations.
He took me over to a secretary who gave me the necessary forms I have to complete and take tomorrow morning to the Pre-Op department at downtown St. Joseph’s, the site of Thursday’s operation, (because St. Joseph’s, Stoney Creek is on a summer vacation schedule).
So much paperwork for Thursday’s operation! They want all my medical history!
Again! Why don’t they have a central computer system … it’s all over the province now … at my family doctor’s, plus the West Lincoln Memorial Hospital, (my annual examinations) and again at the St. Catharine’s General, (my ruptured Achilles tendon).
Also, I am beginning to wonder if they really do read all the forms? Perhaps under the listing of past medical history I should slip in that I once had a fallopian tube pregnancy, just to make sure they are on their toes….
Before seeing Dr. Chaudhary, some preliminary exams and note-taking were done first by Marina the Clinician and then by Dr. Sharda, the resident opthamologist. Then on to see “The Big Boss” ….
At Sunday’s pre operation chat, Dr. Chaudhary had explained that I have to fast, solids and liquids included, from Wednesday at midnight.
So the very first thing, when Chaudhary asked how I was doing, and if I had any more questions and concerns, I explained how starved I was since I had been fasting since midnight for this appointment, as per his instructions.
He turned towards me and gave me a brand new look, a look of inquisition lying somewhere between ‘are you that dumb?’ or ‘are you pulling my leg?’ When he realized he wasn’t dealing with a deck of cards short of an ace he had a good laugh.
In fact I had two concerns, one for each eye. My left eye had gone completely blind the day before. Marina the clinician had just shone a very bright light into it and I had seen the barest of a flicker. Telling him my guess would be now 99.9% blind, I explained my layman’s fear that perhaps the retina had become completely torn, dislodged and irreparable. Thankfully, even before he looked under the microscope he assured me that it would remain attached at the base, towards the lens, and that the operation had not become more critical due to this advanced state of blindness.
My second concern was the increased number of floaters in my right eye, (as in the one and only good one I currently have). He confirmed my suspicion that these were the result of Saturday’s laser treatment and not a sign of a second retinal detachment. PHEW!!!
So all the worries I had harboured over the last two days were quickly negated by his explanations.
He took me over to a secretary who gave me the necessary forms I have to complete and take tomorrow morning to the Pre-Op department at downtown St. Joseph’s, the site of Thursday’s operation, (because St. Joseph’s, Stoney Creek is on a summer vacation schedule).
So much paperwork for Thursday’s operation! They want all my medical history!
Again! Why don’t they have a central computer system … it’s all over the province now … at my family doctor’s, plus the West Lincoln Memorial Hospital, (my annual examinations) and again at the St. Catharine’s General, (my ruptured Achilles tendon).
Also, I am beginning to wonder if they really do read all the forms? Perhaps under the listing of past medical history I should slip in that I once had a fallopian tube pregnancy, just to make sure they are on their toes….
Sunday, August 2, 2009
UPDATE, Sunday, August 2nd, 2009
Had a 10:00 AM appointment this morning with Dr. Chaudhary. Sunday mornings at the St. Joseph Hospital Eye Clinic is a very quiet place .... he was seeing three patients while Dr. Adam was also in, seeing several more down the hall. There were no clinicians on duty, so both doctors were appointing examining rooms for the patients, applying the dilating drops, plus conducting all the other routines normally done in advance of their examinations.
What an exclusive club I have joined! Dr. Chaudhary explained that only 1 in 8000 people experience a detached retina. In our town of twenty something thousand people, that means only 3 of us have probably experienced it. My old neighbour and gardening buddy Don was one. So I have to wonder who the other lucky club member is?!?!
Chaudhary spent an incredible amount of time today explaining my particular case and the two options of repair he is contemplating for Thursday's surgery.
This morning's examination revealed to him that I have a giant tear. He was very candid and honest that this is not good news. Restoring my retina will be extremely difficult and there is a very high degree of risk for impaired sight complications subsequent to the procedure.
There are two main options on how he will hold the retina in place once he proceeds under the microscope.
But first, he will do some damage control, removing existing scar tissue via laser.
This microsurgery is performed with a very powerful microscope. He explained that modern ones have a good depth of field.
For this surgery he will use miniature instruments placed into the eye through tiny incisions in the sciera, (white part of the eye).
This is not the optimum approach of attack, but the safer of two possibilities. The best approach for working with the instruments is directly through the front of the eye after the removal of the lens, but the actual lens removal is last resort, probably the approach if this second reattachment is unsuccessful.
On Thursday he will remove approximately 90 per cent of my vitreous gel. It will eventually be replaced naturally by the body's own aqueous fluid.
If he fills the void with a C3 F8 gas bubble, his preferred choice, that will slowly evaporate, my eye filling the void by itself.
However, another replacement for the vitreous gel, and one that I understand holds the retina more firmly in place, is the use of silicone oil. The problem with this method is the necessity of yet another operation to remove this oil.
Once the operation is concluded, they may or may not allow me to go home. There are still routines to be decided. He does not know as yet if general anesthesia will be used. On my arrival they will be inserting intravenous in the event they will.
After the operation my head positioning for one week is paramount. I wish they'd just set it in a vise! I am not one to stay still ...
One in eight thousand people ... I would gladly give this up to someone else in the seven thousand, seven hundred and ninety-nine member group!
My next and last appointment with Dr. Chaudhary before I go under the eyeball knife is on Tuesday at 10:00 AM.
Anyone out there performing miracles?
What an exclusive club I have joined! Dr. Chaudhary explained that only 1 in 8000 people experience a detached retina. In our town of twenty something thousand people, that means only 3 of us have probably experienced it. My old neighbour and gardening buddy Don was one. So I have to wonder who the other lucky club member is?!?!
Chaudhary spent an incredible amount of time today explaining my particular case and the two options of repair he is contemplating for Thursday's surgery.
This morning's examination revealed to him that I have a giant tear. He was very candid and honest that this is not good news. Restoring my retina will be extremely difficult and there is a very high degree of risk for impaired sight complications subsequent to the procedure.
One major problem I may face is the slipping down of the retina like the wall paper it resembles. This causes warped central vision. The good news is my peripheral vision should be restored.
He also guaranteed me that I will experience a cataract on my eye as a direct result of the upcoming surgery, probably in the range of 18 months afterward.Some people may prefer to go ahead blind at this point, (I know, a very, very, very bad pun), but I want to fully know what to expect and the next options available if this second operation proves to be unsuccessful. Opthamologists have a huge bag of tricks and there are in fact more options. Dr. Chaudhary explained that each successive detachment and repair increases the odds for poor or no sight.
He discussed this Thursday's surgery at length, officially called a "Vitrectomy".There are two main options on how he will hold the retina in place once he proceeds under the microscope.
But first, he will do some damage control, removing existing scar tissue via laser.
This microsurgery is performed with a very powerful microscope. He explained that modern ones have a good depth of field.
For this surgery he will use miniature instruments placed into the eye through tiny incisions in the sciera, (white part of the eye).
This is not the optimum approach of attack, but the safer of two possibilities. The best approach for working with the instruments is directly through the front of the eye after the removal of the lens, but the actual lens removal is last resort, probably the approach if this second reattachment is unsuccessful.
On Thursday he will remove approximately 90 per cent of my vitreous gel. It will eventually be replaced naturally by the body's own aqueous fluid.
If he fills the void with a C3 F8 gas bubble, his preferred choice, that will slowly evaporate, my eye filling the void by itself.
However, another replacement for the vitreous gel, and one that I understand holds the retina more firmly in place, is the use of silicone oil. The problem with this method is the necessity of yet another operation to remove this oil.
Once the operation is concluded, they may or may not allow me to go home. There are still routines to be decided. He does not know as yet if general anesthesia will be used. On my arrival they will be inserting intravenous in the event they will.
After the operation my head positioning for one week is paramount. I wish they'd just set it in a vise! I am not one to stay still ...
One in eight thousand people ... I would gladly give this up to someone else in the seven thousand, seven hundred and ninety-nine member group!
My next and last appointment with Dr. Chaudhary before I go under the eyeball knife is on Tuesday at 10:00 AM.
Anyone out there performing miracles?
Actual Vitrectomy Surgery Performed by a Mexican Surgeon
Found this vitrectomy surgery on Youtube, which procedures are similar to the ones I will undergo on Thursday.
The surgeon notes that this procedure also consisted of a scleral buckling, (not shown in video). I will not have that buckle placed on the exterior of my eye on Thursday.
The surgeon also notes that this operation consisted of these procedures .... 3-port pars plana vitrectomy, placement of a perfluorocarbon liquid bubble to reattach the retina, laser photocoagulation, air/fluid exchange, and tamponade with silicon oil. Retina was re-attached successfully.
Procedure performed by Gerardo Garcia-Aguirre, MD, Asociacion para Evitar la Ceguera en Mexico, Mexico City.
The surgeon notes that this procedure also consisted of a scleral buckling, (not shown in video). I will not have that buckle placed on the exterior of my eye on Thursday.
The surgeon also notes that this operation consisted of these procedures .... 3-port pars plana vitrectomy, placement of a perfluorocarbon liquid bubble to reattach the retina, laser photocoagulation, air/fluid exchange, and tamponade with silicon oil. Retina was re-attached successfully.
Procedure performed by Gerardo Garcia-Aguirre, MD, Asociacion para Evitar la Ceguera en Mexico, Mexico City.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
UPDATE, Saturday, August 1st, 2009
L to R: Dr. Robert Adam, Dr. Varun Chaudhary et Moi
Dr. Chaudhary and Myself
Dr. Chaudhary and Myself
Dr Adam, left, consulting with Dr Chaudhary. That's me in the chair wondering how the heck the Montreal Alouettes could have blown that football game on Thursday night.-o-o-o-o-o-
Dr Adam phoned this morning at 9:00 AM to confirm my appointment at 11:00 AM with himself and ophthalmologist Dr Chaudhary at St Joseph's Eye Clinic in Stoney Creek.
After introductions, Dr. Chaudhary spent a lot of time examining me, explaining that he could see the retina was torn in three places and had collapsed once again like wallpaper. He had one interesting reason why a retina may detach in the first place, and perhaps what has happened to me.
The eyeballs of short-sighted people, (those who need corrective lens to see distances ... like me), change shapes in a fashion that stretches the walls on which retinas are attached, causing tears to and detachments of the retina.
Chaudhary signified my personal case has become much more major, that my eye is doing what it is supposed to do when fighting off a foreign intrusion. The doctors do not want my body to be so aggressive in its fight to block the retina from reattaching itself to the back wall.
To complicate matters, the gas bubble injected in my first surgery had broken up and some little bubbles had become trapped between the retina and the back wall of my left eyeball.
Chaudhary moved both my eye and head around in an abundance of positions and managed to dislodge a couple of the small bubbles trapped behind the retina.
He then examined and did a small laser opertion on my right eye. He had detected a small tear in its retina.
Due to summer shut downs, the eye clinic is now closed for two weeks, however, due to the seriousness of my redetachment, I will be scheduled for an operation this week using staff on call for such situations.
Chaudhary had me scheduled for another pre-op examination tomorrow morning ... Sunday ... making me wonder if ophthalmologists ever take days off! (Actally, he was in Italy when I had my original reattachment surgery with Dr. Martin.)
My reattachment surgery is tentatively scheduled for this Thursday at St. Joseph's at James and Charlton Streets in Downtown Hamilton.
Unfortunately, Chaudry explained that there is no guarantee that I will get my vision back but that is secondary to their main goal of restoring the retina to where it belongs so that I do not get a series of major complications that can result if it is NOT in the proper place ... although most of those complications are in the 1% range.
I'm currently taking anti-inflammatory drops four times daily and dilating drops, because if the pupil is open it helps to push back the retina in the right direction. I have had to keep my head up and slightly to the left all day. Tonight I have to either lie on my stomach with my head down or sit up with my eyes down and forward for about 4 hours. Sleeping tonight I have to lie on my right side with my nose in the pillow to maintain the right position for the bubble still in there.
IF YOU ARE PRONE TO QUEASINESS STOP READING HERE.
On Thursday Dr. Chaudery will be performing a "Virectomy". Under local freezing they extract about 90% of the the vitreous gel, (which fills the eyeball), and replace it a C3 F8 gas bubble.
One benefit of having all the liquid removed ... most of the floaters are probably removed too!
Dr. Chaudhary was very candid with me, explaining that a retina which has detached several times can result in ambulatory vision, or less.
After introductions, Dr. Chaudhary spent a lot of time examining me, explaining that he could see the retina was torn in three places and had collapsed once again like wallpaper. He had one interesting reason why a retina may detach in the first place, and perhaps what has happened to me.
The eyeballs of short-sighted people, (those who need corrective lens to see distances ... like me), change shapes in a fashion that stretches the walls on which retinas are attached, causing tears to and detachments of the retina.
Chaudhary signified my personal case has become much more major, that my eye is doing what it is supposed to do when fighting off a foreign intrusion. The doctors do not want my body to be so aggressive in its fight to block the retina from reattaching itself to the back wall.
To complicate matters, the gas bubble injected in my first surgery had broken up and some little bubbles had become trapped between the retina and the back wall of my left eyeball.
Chaudhary moved both my eye and head around in an abundance of positions and managed to dislodge a couple of the small bubbles trapped behind the retina.
He then examined and did a small laser opertion on my right eye. He had detected a small tear in its retina.
Due to summer shut downs, the eye clinic is now closed for two weeks, however, due to the seriousness of my redetachment, I will be scheduled for an operation this week using staff on call for such situations.
Chaudhary had me scheduled for another pre-op examination tomorrow morning ... Sunday ... making me wonder if ophthalmologists ever take days off! (Actally, he was in Italy when I had my original reattachment surgery with Dr. Martin.)
My reattachment surgery is tentatively scheduled for this Thursday at St. Joseph's at James and Charlton Streets in Downtown Hamilton.
Unfortunately, Chaudry explained that there is no guarantee that I will get my vision back but that is secondary to their main goal of restoring the retina to where it belongs so that I do not get a series of major complications that can result if it is NOT in the proper place ... although most of those complications are in the 1% range.
I'm currently taking anti-inflammatory drops four times daily and dilating drops, because if the pupil is open it helps to push back the retina in the right direction. I have had to keep my head up and slightly to the left all day. Tonight I have to either lie on my stomach with my head down or sit up with my eyes down and forward for about 4 hours. Sleeping tonight I have to lie on my right side with my nose in the pillow to maintain the right position for the bubble still in there.
IF YOU ARE PRONE TO QUEASINESS STOP READING HERE.
On Thursday Dr. Chaudery will be performing a "Virectomy". Under local freezing they extract about 90% of the the vitreous gel, (which fills the eyeball), and replace it a C3 F8 gas bubble.
One benefit of having all the liquid removed ... most of the floaters are probably removed too!
Dr. Chaudhary was very candid with me, explaining that a retina which has detached several times can result in ambulatory vision, or less.
Darn Eyeball!!!
Dr. Robert Adam, the attending ophthalmologistat St. Joesph's last night. A great guy!
What a lousy way to close out July and start August!At approximately 4:00PM yesterday I noticed the gas bubble that had been injected into my eyeball to hold my retina in place was breaking up into many pieces. It had already diminished to approximately 50% of its original size, so I simply thought this was probably the way the balance dissipates.
There was a football game at 7:30PM and, having been a rather hot and humid day, I decided to have a shower; then enjoy some football.
That is when I noticed something was really askew. In the shower room I saw a flash of light, not unlike lightning, reminiscent of my original retinal detachment. The overhead light in the shower is very bright, so I tried to write that flash off as a reflection of the overhead in the bubble. But I was anxious.
Sure enough, by the time I reached the bedroom, more than half of my left eyesight was gone once again, that "curtain" shutting off my view exactly as I had experienced at the beginning of July.
St. Joseph's Emergency Department told me to come in immediately. The attending physician, Dr. Healy, contacted the ophthalmologist on call, Dr. Robert Adam, seen above examining and confirming my fears: the retina in my left eye had detached once again.
Dr. Adam is calling me today, (Saturday morning), at 9ish with the details of my next operation.
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