I feel I ought to say first of all that anyone happening to read this thread who is about to, or is expecting to, undergo a cataract removal op, mustn't be concerned that what happened to me could happen to them during the operation. It was under exceptional circumstances that my op went badly wrong. ie, the doctor? (Chirpy Eyes) performing the op was a trainee who clearly didn't have adequate expertise and should never, in my opinion, have been operating on a patient.....me. But "Why Me"?? Arrrrg. Anyway, I can't quite believe how badly the after effects of this entire episode has knocked me sideways... knocked the stuffing out of me, and I'm still not really over it yet. I've a fair few other health problems, perhaps that's why I feel so badly effected. ___________________________________________________________________ :wave: You're all genuine, sincere, and encouraging friends, my warmest thanks for your very kind words. NicolaB70, dubzn1, alohanicky2009, anna29, ElyDave....loved your comment. lol. Kat100, izzzi, brett, Westie2, aniept, Thundercat, Robinredbreast, NicolaB70, alohanicky2009, daisy, carty, WhitbyJet. Squire Fulwood, I'm going to bash you, I've still to have the cataract in my right eye removed and would rather not have looked at your YouTube contribution. ___________________________________________________________________ When I arrived home last Thursday evening everything was ok'ish, just discomfort in the eye. I spent a quiet evening with me better half relaxing and, as I mentioned, I decided not to go to bed that night (not uncommon for me) as I didn't want to miss the 7am taxi the consultant arranged for the following morning. All was well, I dozed off in the armchair whilst me better half was up in bed. Around 4am I felt a slight niggling in the eye which eventually turned into the most awful, awful pain. It was worse than the pain I experienced 25 years ago when I developed a kidney stone. The type of pain that makes you physically throw up many times. It was as if I'd a knife plunged in my eye. I began to see what can only be described as vertical rows of different coloured shiny metal flat strips coming from the top of the eye..... kind of psychedelic. Now, I was not on happy pills, I don't drink alcohol any more, nor was I smoking any funny stuff, so the only thing I can think of is I must have been hallucinating and continually throwing up. I put up with the intolerable pain until I really couldn't handle it any more. I can just remember going up the stairs to our bedroom to waken me better half with my eyes tight shut and asking her the time. It was 6:30am...half an hour till the taxi would arrive. 7am came and went, the taxi never arrived!!!! I was in absolute agony and I eventually asked me better half to phone for an ambulance, but from what hospital? the one 20min from our house, the one where I'd had the op that went wrong, or the hospital I was due to attend. I was now walking round and round our bedroom using the wall for support. Eventually my son was telephoned; thank goodness he'd a rare day off from his work. I don't remember much but I was told he'd to support me and half carry me out to his car with the help of me better half, We eventually reached the hospital...again I'd to be supported and helped up to the ward immediately. It's all a bit of a blur from there, but I know they were asking me simple questions I just could not answer. btw, I missed the 8am time slot and had to wait till 4pm, plus I'd to stay in hospital overnight. So that was my lovely week-end. As a side issue, on Saturday morning before breakfast my sugar levels were tested.....5.1. I was delighted and so were the nurses. For breakfast I'd one Weetabix and one white roll and butter. I don't eat white bread or rolls but Mmmm I thoroughly enjoyed them. 3 hours later, sugar levels 21,5??? Oh, I said at the beginning "Why Me, well, we all know the answer to that one, eh. "Why not me". I don't know how this post will come across, 'cause I'm still knackered, Aherrmm, exceedingly tired. So if it comes across as drivel....just humour me and tell me it's poetry in motion. See you around the boards. :thumbup: willie.