From prep time to off the table was about an hour. At the end of this time I was sporting a most fetching eye bandage consisting of a stonking great pad, big plastic dome and about 40 metres of micropore tape specifically placed to cover all eyebrows and any other area of skin containing hair follicles.
Abby and Isaac wanted to know why my eye was bandaged. I told them that Grandma had had an operation so she could be a pirate. Abby looked skeptical while Isaac was delighted with the notion. So pirate talking began.
"Arrrrgh Jim lad, wherre be me poirate hat?" Abby, rising to the challenge appeared with a black tricorn hat, worthy of Cap'n Jack Sparrow hisself, which was duly placed on head at junty angle. "Arrrrgh matey and where be me poirate sworrrrd?" Isaac broke into a big grin bolted to his room and returned with a plastic sword. (The things kids have in their rooms) Much swashing and buckling, plank walking and aaaring ensued until Grandma conceded that pirating was quite exhausting.
Sometime during the night the local anaesthetic wore off and it felt like a gravel truck came by and dumped a load in my eye. Lots of fumbling around looking for the Panadol which became my best friend ever.
Next morning the eye bandage was
WOOOOAAAHHH I was prepared for being able to see clearly like seeing the leaves on the trees. Hell I can even see the bugs on the leaves on the trees but I was totally unprepared for the light. The brilliant painful blinding light!
Am getting used to the "new eye" and I go back this weekend for a check and hopefully a date for the other eye.
Stay tuned for morrrre adventures me hearrrrties.