I went to the eye doctor today... My pressure is not too high. In the left eye it was "somewhere in the teens." In the right eye (the eye with the Alphacor) it was in the 20s. My pressure is often difficult to measure accurately due to my nystagmus; and eyes with Alphacor implants tend to have higher pressures as a general rule. Today was a very difficult day in terms of measurement because the right eye is painful. What the doctor did notice is that the membrane that has formed behind the implant is in need of removal. This was to have been done in April; but the doctor needs a special piece of equipment manufactured and the manufacturer seems to be dragging his feet.
The office did hear from the manufacturer, though; and the "special scissors" should be there by the third week of September. I am scheduled for surgery on September 26, pending the arrival of the scissors.
I suspect that my pain in the office was difficult for Loretta to cope with. I wrote here in the past about her reaction to my pain during an X-ray procedure. This incident in the eye office was much more intense. I cried and worked hard not to pass out. The exam went on for a while after that point. Afterward, I got a rather amusing but painful injury on my left hand to match one I got on my right hand yesterday. It came from a toilet paper dispenser! I am beginning to develop a healthy respect for those things. Someone must have had a bad appointment at the doctor and tried taking their anger out on the thing--the cover that goes over the rolls was hanging on its hinge and delivered me a nice large scrape.
So Loretta vented her stress at the seminary picnic by vomiting. I was rather embarrassed. Life happens, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. I suppose I was just a little too proud of this dog... Fortunately, all is nice and peaceful at home now. I think I'll have to work a bit on giving her some extra support when I've been dealing with pain and medical procedures.