It occurred to me too to wonder about that. Colour vision is fascinating and I’m sure there are many individual differences.
I was astonished by what I could ‘see’ during the two ops, at the point when I had no lens in my eye at all. On both occasions the bright white light the surgeon was directing into my eye became a stunning light show - at first a bright green dot, a red dot and a blue dot, followed by a rather beautiful swirling pattern of every imaginable colour from red to violet, then back to blurry white light when the lens implant went in. I have no idea whether this experience is usual or not.
Oh I do hope they can do something about that, Twellsy. Fingers crossed for you.
I got a similar light-show but was unsure whether that was the laser surgery or the cataract surgery that was being done at the same time. The interesting thing was being fully aware the whole time; the nice surgeon found my running commentary hilarious and asked me not to stop.
They kept me awake while they fitted a stent, too: “Tell us if you feel the slightest pain at all,” they said firmly, “because if you do we are getting something wrong and we’ll stop instantly to find out what it is.” I was allowed to watch the whole procedure on a massive telly-screen above my head, too “Otherwise you’ll probably try to look at what we’re doing directly, I’ve met patients like you before”…
I have just looked at the eye drops I have been given - TFD put them in for me at lunchtime as I was still a bit shaky.
I now have one bottle labelled ‘Instil one drop into the RIGHT eye 4 x day’ and another bottle labelled ‘Instil one drop into the LEFT eye 4 x day’. Complete with the upper case RIGHT & LEFT.
The two bottles are identical and yet, somehow, I feel I should make sure I put each into the correct eye.
I have a lovely purple arrow on my forehead, pointing down at my left eye. I’ve made an attempt to remove it but without a lot of scrubbing and water, which I daren’t do, it aint coming off.
Lovely food has been made, I see. We had veg fajitas and they were less than nice. Mr Bee had, thoughtfully, bought salsa and spices from Tesco, to save me effort. I seem to bee recovering and therefore more snitty. I could have wished for a trip to the Chesterfield Arms.
