Now it's official, we are three. Three people, in two eyes. Doesn't make sense?
Well someone , somewhere wrote I was a fanatic xenophile, which maybe explains I was meant to gladly welcome strangers not only in my country (ies), in my home(s) but also in my own body to coexist and more, to live together till death make us part.
The receiving of donor tissue is a quite curious thing. This time, when I was taken to the operation room by this funny guy who was telling me about his testicles operation (?!) they gave me a box and some files to hold in my arms and take with me, which was fine until I read "donor tissue " on the box and asked, horrified, if the box was containing what I thought it was. One nurse laughed and said, "well it's for you, you gotta bring it with you!" I was feeling really weird to transport in a box the human cornea that was going to be a part of me. Well, I didn't drop the precious treasure, only asked them to put it away from me as soon as we got on site.
There, as usual, I started to get high, and the anesthetist seemed just as high as I was, I can't remember all the stories he was telling but I was laughing out loud. Good stuff you get in operation rooms!
Waking up was less hilarious, for I was in pain, intermittently crying for more drugs and for food. These people refused to give me anything to eat, which I think, doubled my pain. When I managed to call my sister late afternoon, I was only sobbing that I was going to starve to death and when she told me she could ask the nurses to give me something to eat I (supposedly) said there was absolutely no food to be found in the whole hospital. I received only dinner a bit later, which the nurses called dinner for the hungry wolf; I ate everything, and was still hungry...but I felt better at last.
From the next day on, I was receiving regular internal and external food supplies, from the hospital and from my family, and everything went well, the pains nearly disappeared and the sweet care of these lovely nurses made my stay...how to say that, "almost enjoyable" would be exaggerated regarding the circumstances, but "bearable" wouldn't be just. Let's just say I could easily forget I was staying in a hospital unit. My stay was shorter than the first time since I seem to recover faster and after only 4 days my eye started to open spontaneously. Hello shiny psychedelic colors!
After my first transplantation, I saw colors like never before and I thought it was just the effect of recovering normal sight after years of shaded vision. Well now I know it's not just this. I've already mentioned it feels like looking through water, round edges, slightly blurred vision, with incredibly intense perception of colors. It's beautiful. I wish I could take a photograph of what I see, as I do not have the skills to paint it..Especially since I know this effect will fade while my sight will improve.
So now we are three, me, and my two guests. I still have a long process in front of me, taking care of the newcomer till he/she feels at ease in his new home, but I'm already excited about all the wonderful things we will see together. Welcome new eyes, welcome brand new world!
Oh and if anyone was wondering how I was typing this a few days after the surgery, well let's say I didn't look much into the screen... or it was my third eye?
but there you go. you've just painted it. hang in there, vlcek!
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