16 Years Old: Right Lens Implant Dislocation, Another Surgery

While I was still healing from the last surgery a few weeks into December I got an early Christmas present (sarcasm). I noticed a ring around the outside of my right eye. I assumed it was the lens but when we went to my optometrist he said everything looked fine. I knew that even though he couldn’t see a problem that there was one and it would only be a matter of time before we found out what it was. Finally after a few days of the ring increasing in length and thickness I new what was going on. I bent over to get some pajamas out of my dresser and my entire lens slid forward. I could see it sitting in my eye and remembering how I was instructed not to bend over last time so that it wouldn’t lodge in my pupil I immediately stood up. It was different this time, it dislocated slowly where as the left one had done so in an instant. Like the last time I had to wait a week before I could have surgery. I think my surgeon was already booked or something. So, another long, long week of sleeping upright and worrying. Though, I think this time I had every reason to fret. The last surgery had turned out less than what I’d hoped for and my vision with my right eye when it was good wasn’t nearly what it used to be. If the same things happened again I wouldn’t be able to see very well at all. Not to mention the pain. I was terrified I would have to go through all of that pain again. I just tried to remind myself that this would be the 7th time I’ve had to do this, and 5 out of those 7 times the pain really wasn’t that bad.

My surgeon planned to reattach the lens as he had done with the left eye. The first thing I remember after waking up from the surgery is being in tremendous pain. When your in the hospital they usually ask you to rate your pain on a scale of 1-10. First of all let me just say I hate that question because I tend to over think it. I’ve never been in the worst pain imaginable so how can I rate my pain in accordance to this? That being said I kept saying it was an 8. They kept me in the recovery room far longer than I’ve ever had to stay there and would return every five minutes to ask me if the pain had lowered -which it hadn’t- so, they would administer more pain meds via IV. After an hour or two of this they finally wheeled me back to the holding area. I just remember laying curled up in a ball on the bed clenching my fists and waiting for them to bring my mom in. Sometimes a girl just needs her mom. But they didn’t bring her in for a long time after that and they still couldn’t get my pain under control. See people in my family (me, mom, brother), tend to not respond much to pain killers as well as anesthetic. Like for instance if the dentist needs to freeze my mouth it takes a lot of freezing and a much longer time for it to kick in on me than most people and my mom doesn’t freeze at all. And with Tylenol 3 which I take for pain most of the time I can take two at once and will feel nothing. So these heavy duty pain meds; morphine, demerol, oxycodone, and whatever else they attempted were doing nothing to relieve any of my pain. Meanwhile, I was told that my eye had hemorrhaged again -the reason for all of this pain? Eventually I just began vomiting all of the medication back up. My body had had enough of that, especially considering I didn’t have any food or water in my system to help it cope. I was in the hospital for 9 hours after my surgery (as apposed to the usual 2 hours) but eventually I just wanted to go home and sleep and since nothing they tried seemed to help the nurses didn’t oppose. I was still getting sick by the time we got home but despite everything I was wiped enough to fall asleep. This recovery time was the longest by far. It took months and months before my vision had officially reached it’s potential and the pain finally went away. Sadly for me, my vision didn’t return to nearly what it had been. No double vision or floppy iris, which I am very thankful for, but for some reason now I can’t see close to as well for distance as I used to be able to. This has all been very hard to adjust to. But I try to remind myself often that I am extremely lucky for the vision that I do have and that many others could only hope for such. I am not blind, I can see. And that will have to be enough. The hardest part for me is having been given that gift, only to have it taken away again. But I’m still thankful for the time I had with my implants when I could see so well and felt as if they had been mine all along. I still hold out hope that one day they will be able to fix my vision. But until I can be sure I won’t go into surgery and have there be a chance of an even worse outcome I will learn to live and cope with my new vision.

{I am not a doctor and the medical definitions and descriptions featured in this blog post do not and should not replace those of a medical professional. They are merely there to help give an idea of my situation and experiences.}

One thought on “16 Years Old: Right Lens Implant Dislocation, Another Surgery

  1. Pingback: Marfact 17&18 – My lens journey « Connective Tissue Disorders: My Journey

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