Eye Surgery.... Again.

With my insatiable reading habit you wouldn't know that is a miracle that I can actually see today. I was born with a congenital contact in my right eye. at six weeks I had my lens taken out. Not long after I had another eye surgery to help even out my eye muscles.

I've worn glasses all my life. Frankly I will wear them for the rest of my life. I only have one 'good' eye and the glasses are a sort of protection against anything that might potentially harm it. For many years I wore a contact in my right eye at the same to act as a temporary lens. I have a whole collection of glasses of all shapes, sizes and colors.

My mum likes telling the story about how I ruined my first pair. I was very young maybe one or two and she told me to be careful with them. I hated them. So when she wasn't looking I took them off and rubbed them against the fire place bricks. I was delightful child don't you think? Anyways I was forever the weirdo at school because I have a bifocal in one lens. "Are your glasses cracked?" people would constantly ask, and my five year old self would say no and walk away.

In fifth grade I had a lens implant surgically put in. I remember growing up and every 4 months I would drive across the state with my mum to the university of Michigan's pediatric eye clinic in the Kellogg eye center. My parents took turns taking me and I got to have daddy and mum time all alone in the car.
Anyways the summer going into my sophomore year I had my eyes straightened again. I remember it being incredibly painful and disorienting. I couldn't see anything and my balance was off. Now I'm going into my freshman year of College and have been plagued with eye pain for years. People have been making fun of and commenting at how weird my eyes are, because I can't control their movement.

So I am going under the knife again. As being one of the first ever babies to have these surgeries done on my eyes, I should be a pro at this. I know what is going to happen. I'm not scared of needles. I'm scared because my sweet old man of a doctor who has known me longer than I have known myself is puzzled at my case. In his words," I've only had to perform under five of these in my whole medical career. It's strange why your eyes are behaving this way."

 WHAT THE HELL. Don't tell me that. Act like the sweet old man you are and pat my hand and say everything will be okay. I need that okay. I really do. Literally I have to be up in under three hours but I probably won't sleep. I don't sleep anymore.

Waking up at 4am and driving three hours to get to Mott Children's Hospital is not my idea of a fine summers day. Even though I didn't ask for this, I'll try to be strong through it.

That's not to say I won't freak out inside a wee bit.

 If you want to follow my progress tomorrow. I am giving my mum my phone so she can tweet pics and any news from my twitter account @MoonlightReview.

Have a lovely day. Catch a ray of sun or two for me.