Rogier van der Weyden's Descent of Christ, Proda Museum
Tuesday it's back to the surgery center for another poke in the eye with a sharp needle.
My eye is still not healing, and after 24 visits to my favorite eye guy in the last two months, we've decided it's time to act.
Warning to the squeamish: gory details in the next paragraph!
[The good news is that the "trap door" created by the first surgery (the trabeculectomy) to relieve the intraocular pressure is still functioning well, the point of the whole exercise. But the conjunctiva surface has never healed completely, and my eye is leaking a bit and is in danger of major infection in the inner eye. So Dr. D is going to haul up the remaining conjunctiva and re-suture.]
It's a quick procedure with shorter recovery and my vision should improve, so no biggie. I don't think I'll need to trigger the casserole parade this time. But it's still a good excuse for a pedicure.
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