The continuing epic of Kestrell's right eye
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kestrellYesterday I was all psyched for my appointment with the ocularist who makes my prosthetic eyes
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OB5wTYNscWs
and as soon as I sat down in the chair I announced "I want to change my eye colour!" and he said, "Why am I not surprise? I was saying earlier 'She'll probably want green eyes or reptile eyes or something,' " to which I replied "Well, only one green eye, the right one, but the left eye should be blue."
Into the resoudning silence I began to explain about Delirium which, okay, I can't blame him, that part is kind of hard to absorb all at once, but then he started to argue that mismatched eyes reflected badly on the ocularist so I countered with an explanation of fandom and how mismatched eyes were far from the weirdest thing going on there and he should really familiarize himself with the "Pimp my gimp" movement (man, I hate it when the humans try to stomp on my cyborg dreams).
But it all turned out to be moot.
It seems the ongoing eye problem I have been having with the eye healing (more about the squicky details below the cut) mean that I couldn't really have an impression made of the eye socket, which was the entire purpose of the appointment.
Instead I get to go back to the Lahey Clinic in Burlington and have another eye procedure done, and for some reason this is really depressing me. It's not life-threatening or even horrifically painful but it is going to mean another month or so of healing and so on and of course, my head hurts after being poked in the eye a few more times.
This is related to that whole
bleeding from the eyes incident
http://kestrell.livejournal.com/535489.html
which turned out to be due to the fact that sometimes healing wounds form what is known as
granulated tissue
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Granulation_tissue
although my eye surgeon had this great three-word name that I've forgotten but which she then paused to explain why all three words were not really linguistically applicable (one of us, one of us!).
But now we get to the fun part, namely, how this excess tissue is removed.
First, the nurse comes in and holds my eyelids apart.
Then I get a shot of anesthesia with a needle in the inside of the lower eyelid.
After the anesthesia has time to work, the surgeon uses a scalpel to slice off the excess tissue, mopping the blood up because hey, head wound, brief but impressive gout of blood.
Then the doctor applies a cauterizing gun, which kind of looks like the wand part of an electric toothbrush but with a triangle of metal on the end. I get a few seconds of smelling something singeing, then the surgeon puts on a pressure bandage which creates a bump like a giant fly eye, writes a prescription for painkillers and sends me home.
It's not painful per se, but it's a kind of torture because I want to blink because it feels like I have something in my eye, which I do: someone else's fingers. But I can't blink because someone else is holding my eyelids apart.
Still, it's better than
the way they use to do it in the old days
http://davesmechanicalpencils.blogspot.com/2008/07/really-bad-pencil.html
(I love the Internet) so hey, shiny lining there, my friends
The other shiny lining is that, by the time the ocularist was done poking me in the eye and getting his second opinion from his little sister (seriously, they're not kidding about it being a family business), he felt so bad that he said he would make me my mismatched eyes as long as I promised to not mention his name, so from now on my ocularist will be known as Mr. X.
I still think he's lucky I decided not to push it by telling him that Delirium also has silver sparkles in her right eye.
Now I'm off to take another handful of Ibuprofen.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OB5wTYNscWs
and as soon as I sat down in the chair I announced "I want to change my eye colour!" and he said, "Why am I not surprise? I was saying earlier 'She'll probably want green eyes or reptile eyes or something,' " to which I replied "Well, only one green eye, the right one, but the left eye should be blue."
Into the resoudning silence I began to explain about Delirium which, okay, I can't blame him, that part is kind of hard to absorb all at once, but then he started to argue that mismatched eyes reflected badly on the ocularist so I countered with an explanation of fandom and how mismatched eyes were far from the weirdest thing going on there and he should really familiarize himself with the "Pimp my gimp" movement (man, I hate it when the humans try to stomp on my cyborg dreams).
But it all turned out to be moot.
It seems the ongoing eye problem I have been having with the eye healing (more about the squicky details below the cut) mean that I couldn't really have an impression made of the eye socket, which was the entire purpose of the appointment.
Instead I get to go back to the Lahey Clinic in Burlington and have another eye procedure done, and for some reason this is really depressing me. It's not life-threatening or even horrifically painful but it is going to mean another month or so of healing and so on and of course, my head hurts after being poked in the eye a few more times.
This is related to that whole
bleeding from the eyes incident
http://kestrell.livejournal.com/535489.html
which turned out to be due to the fact that sometimes healing wounds form what is known as
granulated tissue
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Granulation_tissue
although my eye surgeon had this great three-word name that I've forgotten but which she then paused to explain why all three words were not really linguistically applicable (one of us, one of us!).
But now we get to the fun part, namely, how this excess tissue is removed.
First, the nurse comes in and holds my eyelids apart.
Then I get a shot of anesthesia with a needle in the inside of the lower eyelid.
After the anesthesia has time to work, the surgeon uses a scalpel to slice off the excess tissue, mopping the blood up because hey, head wound, brief but impressive gout of blood.
Then the doctor applies a cauterizing gun, which kind of looks like the wand part of an electric toothbrush but with a triangle of metal on the end. I get a few seconds of smelling something singeing, then the surgeon puts on a pressure bandage which creates a bump like a giant fly eye, writes a prescription for painkillers and sends me home.
It's not painful per se, but it's a kind of torture because I want to blink because it feels like I have something in my eye, which I do: someone else's fingers. But I can't blink because someone else is holding my eyelids apart.
Still, it's better than
the way they use to do it in the old days
http://davesmechanicalpencils.blogspot.com/2008/07/really-bad-pencil.html
(I love the Internet) so hey, shiny lining there, my friends
The other shiny lining is that, by the time the ocularist was done poking me in the eye and getting his second opinion from his little sister (seriously, they're not kidding about it being a family business), he felt so bad that he said he would make me my mismatched eyes as long as I promised to not mention his name, so from now on my ocularist will be known as Mr. X.
I still think he's lucky I decided not to push it by telling him that Delirium also has silver sparkles in her right eye.
Now I'm off to take another handful of Ibuprofen.
