It’s been a while since I have been back here to update on the progress of my cornea, and that’s because it’s gone about as well as one could expect a cornea transplant to go. Last month I did have elevated pressure in my transplant eye from the steroid drops, and my doctor switched me onto some less steroidy steroids, which made the pressure come down somewhat. I’m now in some special Bausch and Lomb coupon program for people who have insurance but still need some prescription where even the copay would be astronomical. Today he prescribed one more drop that I need to add into my routine at bedtime to lower it further, but basically he thinks everything is stable and looks good.

That means that I get to go back in a month and start having stitches out.

I could theoretically wear a contact over the transplant now, and it won’t interfere with the eye changing shape as the stitches are removed, but apparently my prescription might change enough by removing the stitches that whatever contact he’d order for me now wouldn’t be good within a few months anyway. But he’s encouraging today — we just need to do this, this and this and then we can start getting ready for the cataract surgery.

The cataracts are perceptibly getting worse. I exist in a fog of halos any time there are lights coming at me. I don’t drive anywhere unless I’m dead certain it’s not going to start raining and I’m going to be home before dark.

Right now my vision can get to 20/70 through pinholes. It’s 20/30 in my other eye when I’m wearing contacts. I don’t know yet what this means for power of implants needed or long term vision. But I’m going to order some pinhole glasses, because he thinks they might cut down on the cataract fuzziness I see when looking at my computer screen.

Commuting is still incredibly time consuming, but in a strange way I also like it. It feels healthier, being outside so much and walking so much. But I just bought a rechargeable LED headlamp and glow bands to keep my fellow Charlotteans from murdering me with their cars as I try to cross the street, because this is still not a pedestrian friendly town, and to help me walk over obstacles in the dark, because it gets dark so early now.

I only have to make it through this one dark, partially sighted winter. Then, knock wood, I’ll have one good eye.

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