I have to admit, the last thing I was expecting today was an eye surgery!
The good news was its over, the rest was fairly awful. I am going to write this story and go home to rest my eyes.
The last few days I noticed a kinda sty forming in my eye(The doctor called it a Chalazion - well he said something close to this so i just assumed). When I was younger, I remember having been through these before and just figured it was something to wait out and wait through. I was prepared, but Korea seems to be in no mood to wait around for anything. I have decided not to include any pictures because that would be gross!
Anyway, when my co-workers insisted I go to the eye specialist, I fought but in the end figured that it might be good to have some pain relief and everyone would be more at ease if I just went. I did, grateful for the chance to stretch my legs and talk with Minji, our intern for the year.
We got some beverages at a cafe near the eye specialist while we waited for their lunch break to be over. While speedily sipping a warm lotte we talked about dreams, fears, the future and trusting God. Little did I know what was awaiting me next door!
Looking back it all went so fast, the Doctor saw my eye, proscribed surgery, I asked when, he said now, I said no I don't have insurance yet, he said it only cost so much, Minji said i should, the doctor again said i should, i was hesitant, i gave in and was on a table in the next room. The doctor and assistant followed me into the room, Minji stayed by the door, My head was layed back, stuff was in my eye, the needle was quickly and somewhat painfully inside my eye lid, I was informed it was an antistatic, 10 seconds of uncomfortable pushing and prodding before some other thing was going at it in eye lid, now the tears where coming, prayers and gasps escaping, heart beating sweat pouring and mind racing. Yes it hurt and I dont think the anestectic really had any time to do much of anything. All in all, it took about 3 min tops(that felt like an eternity) and I was applying pressure to a throbbing bloody eye while attempting to put my shoes on. After another 30 seconds I had paid, grabed my perscription and was out the door with my instructions.
It may also add to the effect when you realize the doctor and his assistant didn't speak English durring the process, my friend translated some and for the most part I got the gist of the most important things.
I paid, about $35 then we left for the medicine store. I cant even begin to describe how vulnerable this experience left me and now a few hours after the fact my eye is free of its bloody bandage, swollen, red, tyred and ready to go on vacation.
