My Eyes

I can’t remember having perfect eyesight but surely I did have it when I was very young. I do recall when I noticed that I couldn’t see well. In my school days, everything was written on the blackboards. We even had monitors whose task was to clean the boards and bang out the white dust on the asphalt playground outside. I am not sure why this was a prestigiious appointment but it was. We also had monitors who filled in the ink welle that sat in the middle of our double desks. But I digress.

In Standard d Four when I would have been 10 years old, I discovered that I could not read the exam questions written on the blackboard. My teacher allowed me to move my desk closer and then told my mother about the problem. I don’t know if there was an optician in the small town where I lived of whether somebody recommened one in thelarger town furthee south of ours. I was scared of Doctor Grey. He was very tall with hair in his nose and I was devaststated to find out that I needed glasses. I certainly saw better with the but had to put up with the “four eyes” taunt from my fellow students. Not many kids wore glasses in elementary school. A coupleof years later when I was taking Latin as a subject in secondary school. I was even more alarmed by the doctor who asked me questions in that ancient language. He must have thought I was an idiot as every word in Latin flew out of my head when he spoke to me.

I had the odd glasses mishap when a leg broke or I shattered a lens but on the whole I took care of my glasses. As my sight became worse, I became more dependent on them for reading and I had to read a lot in university. My left eye was always the weaker one of the two. For a few years as an adult I wore contact lenses. I can remember sitting in the little room at th opticians trying to fit the lenses onto my eyes. I was told I could not leave until I hd done it successfuly three times and then demostrated my prowess to a technician. Buckets of tears hlowed down my face as I practised the skill. Evntually I succeded and wore cntacts for many years.

Unfortunately, unlike wine, things didn’t improve with age and despite cataract surgeries, I ended up with a left eye that had lttle sight. Macular degeneration had attacked the centre and glaucoma had attacked the outside. My opthamologist called it a ‘dead’ eye and I wore glasses with a clear left lens. Recently, I have notiiced my eyesight had beome more fuzzy. Thanks to various lockdowns, I have not been able to have eye appointments so I was pleased to see my doctor in March. He said I had much scarring at the back of my eyes and recommended laser surgery.

I dodn’t know why I was so nervous about this procedure. My son siaid it was fast and painless but I have always been nervous about my eyes. I had to attend another hospital and with help to navigate the corridors to find the right clinic. I was called in instantly and the whole procedure took about five minutes. The doctor took longer on my left eye as no doubt it had more scarring. Then I was done. My eyes were sensitive to light afterwards and my left one was painful later that day. I was told to add drops three times a day which I am dutifully doing. I must admit I cannot notice a significant difference in my sight and had trouble typing this post. I am still looking forward to an improvement when any inflammation goes down.

I hope my right eye stays healthy as I dread becoming blind. I know there are many aids for blind people these days but I am apt to fall over with my current level of sight. Goodness knows how many bones I might break with worse sight. Enough for one post. I am done with squintng at my computer screen this Saturday morning.