In my last blog, I wrote about my diagnosis of macular degeneration which can lead to blindness if not treated.
Treatment for wet macular degeneration—the kind I have—involves injections of a medication directly into the eye in order to stabilize or improve vision.
While I didn’t look forward to having a shot in my eye, I’d watched while my husband Bill received eye injections for a similar eye disease.
“The shots are more pressure than pain. The eye is numb from the drops they put in,” he reminded me.
The day of the shot arrived. After a physical exam of my eye, pressure tests, and high tech scans of the retina, Heather, my ophthalmology technician readied a sterile tray.
She put some numbing drops in my left eye. Then a brownish betadine rinse washed my eye.
Then my ophthalmologist entered the room in sterile scrubs.
Zero hour had approached. How would I manage? Would I be brave or would I be my usual sissy self?
Read my next blog to find out.