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Good Grief!
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Hi there friends and eNeighbors! Sorry this is coming out a bit late, but what a month we’ve had! Some of you have probably been keeping up with my (Phil's) exploits on Facebook, but for the rest: fasten your seatbelts, this is quite a ride! On August 31, I finally got the go-ahead for cataract surgery in my left eye. (The right was done 13 years ago, but this one was slower to cloud up.) The surgery was performed on Tuesday, September 15, and everything seemed fine... until the next day! (Cue the ominous background music.) On Wednesday, when they removed the bandage, I knew something wasn't right. All I could see was what looked like a big pile of black snakes. Over the next series of visits, it was determined that during surgery, some chunks of hardened eye jelly peeled off the back inside of my eyeball, tearing blood vessels on the way out. There was a huge ball of floaters and blood trapped between my new lens and my retina. (The retina did not detach, so praise the Lord for that!) The best way to describe my sight was as if someone threw a bowl of spaghetti onto a snowy TV screen. I was basically blind in that eye. I was told the blood would absorb back into my body and my vision should improve each day. Pam had a previously scheduled retreat that weekend, so I insisted I would be fine and sent her on her way. Unfortunately, my vision didn't improve, and the pain kept increasing. (Here's where our story turns into a classic "Only Phil..." moment.) Pam checked in on me regularly, but on Friday, while I was struggling to read her text with my one good eye while walking through the house, I ran into a chair and broke my toe. Now both ends of me were throbbing. Good grief! But wait, there's more... By Sunday morning, the pain was so bad—even with the heavy-duty painkillers they prescribed—that the doctor wanted to see me in the emergency room. My eye pressure was elevated, but not quite enough to explain the extreme pain, so they were concerned about a possible infection. That meant that on top of everything else, they had to stick two needles into my eyeball to take samples, and two more for antibiotics! My poor eyeball has been poked with everything short of a sharp stick. With all the medication sloshing around in my system, I slept through most of that day and the next. By the end of that week, I was starting to make out blurry shapes. As of today, there’s still plenty of junk floating around in there, but my central vision has cleared up quite a bit. The pain is slowly easing, though by afternoon I usually have to rest with my eyes closed for an hour or two. Did I mention that while all of this was unfolding, we also had two big concerts and were rushing to get my mom's house ready to hit the market? Life goes on! Thank you all so much for the prayers—please keep them coming! I'm trusting that God will continue to heal my eye so I can avoid any further surgery. I know He can do it! Click Here to Check our Concert Schedule! Check us out on Facebook! - http://www.facebook.com/PhilandPamMorgan |
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