I hate it. I hate myself for making the stuipid decision to have PRK. Why did I do that? Why did I cause my own suffering. I was dreaming before the operation. Dreaming of being contact lens free and being able to be outside in nature (in the forest or on a hill) and being able to see without problems.
I always had problems with contact lenses. First I had soft lens- then I was told that I had neovascularisation- blood vessels were growing towards my cornea because of lack of oxygen. I then needed to switch to hard lenses -but they were always uncomfortable.
I tried glasses but it was hard. I envisioned myself not being able to do things with glasses. Not being able to sport. Also, I have social phobia and PDD-NOS and I couldnīt adapt to those thick glasses (being -8 D) easily.
Also, I didnīt like the way I looked with glasses- I had even less confidence.
What was there to do? But to jump in a pool of risks and throw a dice that only "god" should be throwing. Itīs crazy and I hate it. A large part of my cornea has been burnt off and all voluntarily.
Now, scratcy burning and often pouring eyes. It feels like a downhill slide to hell. To top it off my work envolves always using the computer.
dumb. dumb. dumb. You know, Iīve actually juggled pigs eyes before. Iīve held them in my hands and used optics to look at the cornea and lens. I know what happens when they dehydrate. Iīve seen what happens when water is dropped on the surface.
Itīs been 10 months since Iīve had my PRK operation and I see myself using eye drops forever. I see myself dripping every hour, every day, for every year. I donīt even know if Iīm insured for life to get these eye drops. I donīt know where to get hope and happiness.
Thanks for letting me write this here.
Desert Cry
I always had problems with contact lenses. First I had soft lens- then I was told that I had neovascularisation- blood vessels were growing towards my cornea because of lack of oxygen. I then needed to switch to hard lenses -but they were always uncomfortable.
I tried glasses but it was hard. I envisioned myself not being able to do things with glasses. Not being able to sport. Also, I have social phobia and PDD-NOS and I couldnīt adapt to those thick glasses (being -8 D) easily.
Also, I didnīt like the way I looked with glasses- I had even less confidence.
What was there to do? But to jump in a pool of risks and throw a dice that only "god" should be throwing. Itīs crazy and I hate it. A large part of my cornea has been burnt off and all voluntarily.
Now, scratcy burning and often pouring eyes. It feels like a downhill slide to hell. To top it off my work envolves always using the computer.
dumb. dumb. dumb. You know, Iīve actually juggled pigs eyes before. Iīve held them in my hands and used optics to look at the cornea and lens. I know what happens when they dehydrate. Iīve seen what happens when water is dropped on the surface.
Itīs been 10 months since Iīve had my PRK operation and I see myself using eye drops forever. I see myself dripping every hour, every day, for every year. I donīt even know if Iīm insured for life to get these eye drops. I donīt know where to get hope and happiness.
Thanks for letting me write this here.
Desert Cry
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