Recently, i was ill and unaware of it. And because of that, i ended up becoming legally blind in my left eye. I was having headaches for weeks. And after taking aleve to try and calm in, it was getting worse. My vision, in both eyes started to get blurry. It scared me, because for the first day i thought something was in my eye. That Sunday, I ended up going to the emergency room, and i tell them of my vision being blurry. My headaches, and it felt like there was pressure on the back of my head. I could hear my ears throbbing, which was when i mentioned i might have a ear ache. They looked into my ear and gave me medicine for a headache because the symptoms i was telling them just 'didn't make sense.' So after filling me up with a iv they sent me home. It worried me because my vision was still blurry, and getting worse in the left eye.
I scheduled an appointment with the eye doctor, but the soonest i could get to him was that Thursday. I went to work Tuesday, the headache getting worse. By Thursday morning, it was hurting so bad i wasn't acting normal at work. Customers were asking me who hit me in the face. I didn't know my face had swollen on the left side until my fiance came to check on me. I called my boss trying to leave early because it was hurting, and burning. I'd put ice on it, only to have a bag of water soon. I get off work and make it to my eye doctors appointment. I knew it was strange how they had me wait so long for him to come tell me what was wrong. He told me, I either had a real tumor, or Pseudo Tumor Cerebri. There was fluids on my brain, pushing against the nerves on my eyes, making my vision go out. And the headaches were the pains associated with it. He scheduled me an appointment and told me to wait until Monday.
Friday morning i wake up in pain, and my fiance decides to take me to the hospital that did his sisters tumor surgery. I waited in the er from Noon till 10pm that night until i could be placed in a room. I was admitted that night, and stayed for five days. In those five days, i got a shot in my stomach every 8 hours to prevent blood clots, every 4 hours i was checked by a nurse for my vitals. And in a rotation of that, i was given a blood sugar test regularly each day. I had a spinal tap done the first day with a 4inch needle, i was stuck twice by the student, and the doctor did the last stick himself. They realized the needle wasn't long enough and scheduled me one for the next day.
Spinal tap number two. While in this hospital, i've had a team of doctors. It's how they operate, doctors and students together while they learn. So on my second spinal tap, i was stuck only two times. The first time by the student, and the final time by my main dr, i didn't even feel the needle that time. They took 40cc's of spinal fluid off my spine that day. And two hours later, as if i hadn't suffered enough doctor abuse, XD, they whisk me away for surgery to drain the rest of the fluids off my head. Im not gonna lie, i was deathly afraid this whole time but i never showed it. I was calm, so calm in fact that it scared everyone around me. I just kept telling everyone, im just thinking of the positive side. I said it everyday through out the whole thing, that i swear it's my catchphrase now.
My surgery was told to my family, that it would only last 30 minutes. But it actually lasted three hours. I have never been put to sleep before for surgery, the last surgery i had was when i was born and i have no memory of it, just the scars. I looked at the time when they put the mask on my face 5:20, I remember joking with my anesthesia team seconds before i slipped off into a sleep. I didn't even know i was asleep until i opened my eyes and saw a light in it. They were waking me up. I immediately asked for the time, the dr told me it was 8 something and i was like 'oh no' he asked what was wrong, i said 'i bet he's going crazy up there' and they laughed. I was confused at first until they explained. 'Yes, he was harassing the nurse's station asking about you, and the dr final found him at the elevators to tell him you were out of surgery." They were able to answer my questions before asking me their own.
I felt bad for my fiance, he and i both hate hospitals. Yet he stayed with me the whole time. I had to all but argue with him to make him leave and go to work and that i would be fine in the hospital. His mother is battling cancer right now, and as mentioned somewhere above, his sister has gone through two brain surgeries in the past three years. The last surgery as seven months ago, and he broke down crying then saying if anything every happened to me he would lose it.
They went through my left eye to drain the fluid. The eye that im blind in. It was not the surgery that left me blind, it was the pressure that had pushed on my eye nerve for so long. It was the reason they rushed my surgery. I wasn't supposed to have it until monday by their words. But after the spinal tap, they were able to see what level my fluids were at.
I did not remember my dr, i was asleep when he did surgery on me. So when i went in for my check up last week, i was able to meet him. He looked into both eyes and explained, when he laid me down for surgery, they had no hope for my left eye. That's why they went through it, they were trying to save my right eye. I initially could have been blind in both eyes, but because i went to that excellent team of dr's, i have sight in one eye. I'm legally able to drive, and the four weeks i was off work for recovery, my boss help my spot me for. I walked back into to work last week as if nothing happened. Only to be greeted with teary eyed customers that had missed me. Some had even come by my house to check on me while i was at home.
And elderly man that shops at the store every day, said he was glad to see my smiling face back. He said it gives him a reason to smile when he see's someone smiling. My landlord blessed me with a gift that made me nearly break down and cry. And my boss had me work 5 hours, forcing me to sit down alot and paid me way more money than she should have for that 5 hours of work. I didn't realize i had worried people so much, it's because they said i smile and appear happy so much they didn't know anything was wrong with me.
We were in a rough spot, right before i broke down, XD as i call i, my fiance had been off work 6 weeks cause he cut his hand open and had to get it repaired. That first week he was to go back to work was when i was in the hospital. So it's been rough on us, but i stayed positive through it all, and i had a lot of Angels on earth looking out for me this whole time.
I'm glad to have my job, and a great landlord, and on top of it all. I had a negative mindset for a small period. What i can and can't do now that i'm down a eye, but i picked up a pencil this morning and started doodling in my sketchbook, i still have my talent, the bit i had at least. lol