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Hey guys! I’m ok!
I had Lasik eye surgery and my eyeballs didn’t burst into flames or fall out! However, I wasn’t in the mood to blog. Well, I was…but my eyes weren’t. I missed talking to you guys. The eyes just weren’t interested in staring at a bright computer screen after being chopped and lazered.
So, now I’ll tell you all about it.
This is how I was feeling the day of surgery.
After ushering me in the nurse made me put on booties, a cap and gave me an Ativan.
I’ve never taken any anti-anxiety medication…but I was totally on board. When it kicked in I became less chatty and my limbs were a little heavier. I was ok with it.
Husb was with me almost every step of the way. Working of course. Some one had to pay for the surgery😉
The time came to say our goodbyes and they took me into operating room #1. I had to lay down on a nice cushy chair with an inflatable pillow right under some big machine. The nurse made sure I was nice and comfortable and then said to close and rest my eyes as we waited for the Dr.
I must confess…I started to cry a little at this point. It hit me that it was really happening and I was praying and with that often comes tears. However, God gave me some courage and I got the tears under control before the Dr came in.
Operating room #1 was the worst part of the experience. The machine had some sort of suction device that they then attached to my eyeball. It felt like someone was pressing firmly down on my eye. Uncomfortable but not painful. This machine and the suction was what cut a flap in my cornea. You can’t see anything while its happening.
Next, they moved me to operating room #2. I could see but everything was foggy. They attribute this to all the little air bubbles that were created under the flap while cutting it.
In the second room I got to lay on another cushy chair with my head under the laser machine. I think they put more numbing drops in my eyes at this point. I cant remember…there were so many drops.
The Dr put these things in my eyes to hold back my eye lids. This was the part I had been dreading. I’ve seen these medal looking spider leg contraptions used to keep the eyelids open and it freaks me out. However, even though I didn’t see what he used…they felt like clear pliable plastic and weren’t scary at all. It was actually comforting that I didn’t have to be responsible for keeping my eyes open. A few times, as lights would flash I could feel the muscles trying to close my eyelids but they couldn’t and my body just relaxed. I just stared straight up into the green light as they turned on the laser for 14 second. Yep…that’s all. 14 seconds per eye. The only thing about the laser…this might gross you out.
I could smell the fleshing burning. Smelled like burning hair.
Then it was over. The Dr. used some little sponge like tools to close the flap and soak up any liquid. Your eyes are still numb so you can’t feel anything as he does it.
They helped me up and to an eye exam table where he checked my eyes, gave me some funky sunglasses and sent me on my way.
I could tell that my vision was better but it was still foggy. Husb sat me right outside the entrance of the hospital while he went and got the car and I was able to see well enough to tell it was him driving up. Not something I could have done before.
I had to keep my eyes closed on the drive home…Dr’s orders. After getting home husb helped put in my eye drops, taped on my sleeping shield and I took a two hour nap.
Then I woke up to put in more drops and eat the chicken pot pie that my Mom kindly made for us. Aren’t Mom’s great?
I went for my post-op appointment the day after and read from the 20/20 and some of the 20/15 lines on the eye chart. I was 20/400 before…legally blind.
My right eye felt a little bit scratchy for a couple days but nothing to complain about. A week later and I still have a little bit of fogginess around lights but can see great and am back to my normal schedule. I have been having light headaches and went back to the Dr to make sure everything was okay. They said the eyes were looking good and that for the first couple weeks things are just a little weird as the eyes are healing and I should come back if things get worse.
It is VERY WIERD being able to see clearly with out glasses or contacts. I was emotional for the first four days. Okay, okay…I’m still a little emotional. It’s almost as if I’ve been mourning the loss of MY eyes as weird as that sounds. Since fourth grade I have had control over my vision via glasses/contacts and this whole Lasik procedure left me feeling very out of control. At night, as my eyes are tired and feel dry I would normally take out my contacts, put on glasses and instantly feel better. Now, when I get that tired, dry feeling I can’t do much but put in drops or go to sleep. This makes me anxious.
However, I keep reminding myself that it has only been a week since the surgery and my eyes are still healing.
I’m thinking that in three months it will all be worth it. Check back with me then
Whisk dry ingredients. Cut in shortening (using a mixer is the easiest route). Add milk and stir just to blend. I tend to think this recipe calls for too much milk and just add enough until it is moist but tacky to the touch. Grease pan and pat dough into pan. Add raw sugar (or any sugar) on top and bake at 450 degrees 15-20 minutes. We usually use this recipe when making strawberry shortcake.
I sliced 5-6 peaches and added them to the bottom of my baking dish. Then I drizzled some honey (about 2 tablespoons) and some agave syrup (about 2 tablespoons) on top of them. I gave them a good mix with a spoon to evenly distribute the honey and agave.
After you have made your shortcake…tear biscuit shaped pieces off and place it on top of the peaches. Then bake it in the 450 degree oven for 20-25 minutes uncovered. Take it out and place aluminum foil over the dish. Let it bake for another 10-15 minutes until you can see juices bubbling. As long as the dough is nice and brown and cooked through you are good to go. I cut one of mine open with a butter knife just to check.
Top it with some whip cream and dig in.
Comment if you have any questions.
Sorry if the grossed you out.
Peaches had to be part of the title because I wanted to show you the make shift peach cobbler I made the other night.
You can get the recipe by clicking on the recipe button to the right.
The eyeballs part is in regards to my Lasik eye surgery.
That I’m having tomorrow! I’m doing ok. Just a tad bit nervous…but very excited to be able to see with out contacts or glasses. Pray for me if you think about it!
I’ll blog all about my experience for those of you that are interested.
Lastly, in regards to prayer…I mentioned Katie a while back and asked for your prayers for her as she was fighting off a nasty case of meningitis. Thanks by the way. Anyhow, sadly the baby girl she was pregnant with passed away last week. God is taking care of them…but there is power in prayer and they could sure use it.
So for the last year I’ve been following Lindsay and Kimi as they blog about healthy eating. Recently, Jo-Lynne started blogging about it too! Specifically, health when it comes to dairy products like milk.
So, all day I’ve got milk and butter and cream on the brain.
Then I called Mema. She is doing good. Was more than happy to talk to the granddaughter that disregards the three hour time difference between the two coasts and calls her at bedtime anyways. Sorry Mema.
She tells me she recently had a full body scan and is healthy and cancer free. She is 84! So awesome. I dig a little deeper and start asking her about the things she used to eat as a child. Mema grew up on a 300+ acre farm. They grew/made all their food. In light of the recent blogs I’ve been reading I ask Mema if she used to drink raw milk.
OF COURSE! They had lots of cows that provided them with fresh raw milk, cream, butter, and clabber. Wait a minute! Mema…what did you say? Clabber? What the heck is that? Well, according to Mema it makes the best biscuits you could ever have.
So what do you think I do after we get off the phone?
So I decide to look up images of this stuff. To my surprise I find tons of pictures of this!
Yeah…that’s right. All these years and I never once read the label on the baking powder container. They used to use clabber in dough to help it rise…thus the association with baking powder.
Now, every time I look at my baking powder I will think of my Mema and my great-grandmas biscuits.
And how I will never get to taste them.
Do you think God will let great-grandma Ruth make me clabber biscuits in heaven?