Tess’s post-op checks have been alarming. Yesterday there were four doctors in the consultation room with us. They were all nattering away in that medico-scientific language which was pretty unnerving. I was trying to read their levels of optimism and they appeared to be mixed. Tess’s eye was leaking and her pressure was low. On the good side, high pressure would be bad because that would mean the eye was failing. The ophthalmologist told us that her anterior chamber was flat and that if it didn’t improve soon she’d need to have further surgery. We were told we’d be coming back to the clinic almost daily for a check.
Today we thought she’d just have a check of her eyes again, but the registrar told us that if her eyes were still leaking she’d be whisked to surgery to re-stitch her eye. Fortunately there were some good signs so the surgery threat was put off until Friday.
It’s all pretty exhausting. It’s hard for Chris to make work plans because we’re being told on a day-by-day basis new information. We have to put three different types of drops in her eyes; one lot once a day, others four times, another lot six times. They can’t be put in at the same time. Add to that the fact that she’s on six-hourly paracetamol doses and once a day each for bactrim and prednisone. It’s really hard work keeping up with her medicating schedule. I’m exhausted. And a bit bewildered.
Sadly, Granny Anne goes back to NZ after a wonderful visit. Rose will miss her greatly, and Chris and I will miss her possibly even more!