Driving from Chandler to Scottsdale should be classified as a type of torture. After that rage-inducing experience, the appointment itself was a bit anti-climactic.
After a long wait and then a few follow up eyeball scans and mappings (the eye isn't any better, but it hasn't gotten worse since my last visit), I had a brief meeting with Dr. Aiello to confirm that, yup, I want to go through with the operation.
I asked him how long after surgery would I be able to return to work. "What kind of work?", he asked.
Just something easy, maybe a desk job; nothing labor intensive.
"You could go back to work the next day."
What about physical activity?
"No lifting of more than 10-20 lbs for 6 weeks to 3 months"
(Oh well, so much for that power weight lifting competition I've been thinking about entering...)
I signed an authorization and release form (yes, I know some bad things could happen, rejection is possible, let's do this thing!) and Dr. Aiello sat me down with his assistant, Ray.
I mentioned what Dr. Aiello had said about returning to work the next day. Ray chuckled and said, "Oh, trust me, you're not going to want to go back to work the next day. He put it that way to illustrate how the recovery is different from, say, another type of major surgery."
Ray and I set the date and he handed me what seems like a small corner pharmacy's stock of pre- and post-surgery anti-biotics and anti-inflamatory precriptions (it cost nearly as much, too ...even after the Big Pharma discount cards and coupons).
May 3rd, 2018.
That's when I finally go under the knife and change my life after 20+ years of being literally half (legally) blind.
This is one of a series of blog posts about my ongoing Keratoconus treatments. You can find all the posts at The Keratoconus Chronicles page.
Vehicula fermentum ligula at pretium.