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So, this is the skinny. I should have done an entry explaining shit yesterday, but yeah I just couldn't put it all down in words and shit. On Friday after the surgery, my vision was entirely weird. It was out of focus and like random and I had a migraine, so I couldn't see very well. Also, I was incredibly stressed out because of the whole being home/Brien thing which didn't help matters. After going to bed early on Friday (after an incredibly disappointing episode of BSG) I woke up late on Saturday.
And this started how shitty my life is gonna be for the next few months. The first thing I noticed when I woke up was that the floaters were still in my vision. The floaters are like... three big ones which sometimes merge into two really big ones and a bunch of smaller black dots and like worm things. I freaked out, as everyone on my LJ and facebook saw, and called the Doctor and had to wait for the doctor to call me back. Apparently the floaters are normal and are going to be in my eyesight until they become reabsorbed into my eye, which takes, in the shortest time frame... two months. Apparently it didn't happen last time because they cut my eye open and drained the fluid, with the famous "there's a fucking NEEDLE IN MY EYE" speech.
I am down to a quarter of the vision that I had when I came to Moho, and half of the vision I had on Thursday, and need to figure out how the fuck I'm going to do this. My eye intermittently waters, and it feels like there's a bruise actually on my eye when I move it. I need to move it; if I don't move it then the floaters just settle right directly in the middle of my eye and there's no possibility of looking around them. And there's the possibility that this is gonna happen again and again because I have myopia, which is extreme nearsightedness and it pulls on your retina or eye or something. I don't know.
In the next week, I need to read 2000 pages, come up with topics and do research for two final seminar papers, do my film midterm and present in one of my classes. And then next week I have reading, and the week after that. In the two months I'm gonna have at least 16,000 pages of shit to read for homework, an oncall week, two more presentations, fifteen papers and just my regular fucking life.
Why do things get easier for me? Really? I... yeah. I don't fucking know. I have no idea how I'm gonna handle this, but I do know I'm gonna call the Doctor's office tomorrow and get some sort of note saying that I fucking had surgery yesterday and am gonnna have fucking floaters forever the next two months. I have no idea how I'm going to get this done. All I keep doing is curling into a little ball and crying. If only, if only they had fucking just caught this last year. I'd have had two months of floaters, and then I'd be fine.
And this started how shitty my life is gonna be for the next few months. The first thing I noticed when I woke up was that the floaters were still in my vision. The floaters are like... three big ones which sometimes merge into two really big ones and a bunch of smaller black dots and like worm things. I freaked out, as everyone on my LJ and facebook saw, and called the Doctor and had to wait for the doctor to call me back. Apparently the floaters are normal and are going to be in my eyesight until they become reabsorbed into my eye, which takes, in the shortest time frame... two months. Apparently it didn't happen last time because they cut my eye open and drained the fluid, with the famous "there's a fucking NEEDLE IN MY EYE" speech.
I am down to a quarter of the vision that I had when I came to Moho, and half of the vision I had on Thursday, and need to figure out how the fuck I'm going to do this. My eye intermittently waters, and it feels like there's a bruise actually on my eye when I move it. I need to move it; if I don't move it then the floaters just settle right directly in the middle of my eye and there's no possibility of looking around them. And there's the possibility that this is gonna happen again and again because I have myopia, which is extreme nearsightedness and it pulls on your retina or eye or something. I don't know.
In the next week, I need to read 2000 pages, come up with topics and do research for two final seminar papers, do my film midterm and present in one of my classes. And then next week I have reading, and the week after that. In the two months I'm gonna have at least 16,000 pages of shit to read for homework, an oncall week, two more presentations, fifteen papers and just my regular fucking life.
Why do things get easier for me? Really? I... yeah. I don't fucking know. I have no idea how I'm gonna handle this, but I do know I'm gonna call the Doctor's office tomorrow and get some sort of note saying that I fucking had surgery yesterday and am gonnna have fucking floaters forever the next two months. I have no idea how I'm going to get this done. All I keep doing is curling into a little ball and crying. If only, if only they had fucking just caught this last year. I'd have had two months of floaters, and then I'd be fine.
