Eye surgery is stressful.
Even if it’s a relatively minor procedure.
For example, yesterday, I had my eyelid-area numbed and the lids clamped to hold them open and steady. So I was awake, and looking out. Then hooded people wearing brightly-lit optivisors approached both of my eyelids (one at a time) with needles, scalpels, coated mandrels (aka Q-tips), and more.
I use the term coated mandrels because then that tool, like all the others, are things I use too!
I tried very hard to not think about how many times one of my tools had slipped even just a tiny bit while using them. The surgery itself was nothing, compared to the stress level from what I was seeing at the time. I tried to think about my breathing instead, as slow and calm as I could keep it. But still….
Afterward, all I wanted to do was to go home, crawl into bed, curl up into a little ball with the covers pulled over my head, shut my eyes, and sleep for a couple days.
Which is what I did, except for getting up every few hours to apply warm compresses and prophylactic antibiotics, and check for signs of infection. But, each time (for the first day), I just crawled back into bed for a few more hours of shut-eye.
I’m a bit concerned because I’m not sure that they got all the blockage that this procedure was supposed to clear up; but the world is still looking clearer today than it has for some time!