I kinda want to cry.
I feel like I am on a merry-go-round, going faster and faster, hanging on with just my hands as my feet fly out from under me. Desperate to hang on even as the ride tries to fling me off. Part of me just wants to let go and fly off.
Ben's surgery was rough. It was much harder than I anticipated. The anesthesia really did a number on him and made him miserable. He couldn't stop puking. They wouldn't let us leave the hospital (even after that department had closed down) because they were worried he would get dehydrated. Finally after about 10 hours I convinced them to let me take Ben home (where he continued to vomit).
The next day was better but his poor eyes were a mess. Proceed to the picture with caution.
Consider yourself warned:
Today we had the follow up doctor appointment to see how the surgery went. While Ben's eyes look good (meaning no infection or torn stitches) the surgery may not have been as successful as we had hoped. From here we wait and see if his eyes adjust even more as they heal. It was not what we wanted to hear and kind of sent me spinning. I feel nauseous. I just can't imagine telling him he needs to do this all over again in a few months.
I realize I need to keep this in perspective. In the grand scheme of things I suppose this is not the biggest deal in the world. Still.