Everything seemed to go well with my surgery. I don't remember most of what happened. They shot the happy juice in my IV and I was in twilight. I remember someone asking me if I had any pain, no, and that they were about halfway through the surgery. That was strange, because I couldn't see anything. They'd put a patch over my left eye to protect it, but I couldn't see out of my right eye. I still haven't figured that out.
I can't believe I'm posting my picture. I couldn't use any mousse or gel on my hair, no moisturizer, but I was still okay from last night's application, and no make up, which was not a problem.
I CAN see. Whatever padding they put over my eye to keep it closed isn't keeping it closed anymore. I can see the white pad and feel that my eyelid is open. My glasses are wonky over the patch, but I'm adapting. I may even try to sew later. If my glasses are in the right place, I can read my Kindle fine. Watching TV is good, too. And no problem eating. Life is pretty good, considering. I feel much better about having the surgery. For the two days before, I didn't know whether to puke or have diarrhea.
John takes the patch off tomorrow to put some drops in several times a day. The patch stays on until my doctor's appt on Tuesday; I didn't have to keep my eyes down for 24 hours. My only restrictions are no bending or lifting anything over 20 pounds, which sounds like a lot. If I pick up a kitten, I'll have to squat down to do it. Fortunately, all the babies seem to be doing well without bottle feeding. Kind of sad, because I do love to bottle feed kittens.
I'll try for kitten pictures tomorrow.