The most exciting thing happened to me today. I was walking down the hall at work when I saw something on the floor. I leaned down and picked it up. It was a little piece of plastic, about an inch square. I looked at it for a minute and then I realized that I had SEEN this on the floor. I just stared at that piece of plastic. It was such a sign to me that my vision has improved immensely.
I had a better day today, overall. I was not so overwhelmingly tired, and I think that the anesthesia has finally worked its way out of my body. I had a headache and some nausea from trying to adjust to my new vision and from trying to make my eyes focus together. This is much more difficult than I had anticipated, but it is coming along.
The flowers in our garden are blooming and I spent a few minutes this evening just looking at them. Hyacinths and daffodils are just beginning to blossom. They look so beautiful to me. I am soaking up the sights all around me. It feels like I am seeing with new eyes and I guess, in a way, I am. At least with one new eye, or at least with one new lens. Everything seems new and fresh and beautiful.