A few months ago, what looked to be a stye appeared on my eye. I ignored it In hopes that it would go away, but that sucker was persistent.
I decided to go to the doctor, who informed me that it was likely just a benine cyst and sent me to a plastic surgeon to have it removed.
Today was the big removal day.
When I went in for my initial exam, I asked the doctor for an anti-anxiety pill to get me through the door for my procedure.
She laughed and denied my request.
So, very… VERY reluctantly, I showed up today, hubs in a very tight grip.
There was a needle that looked about 6 inches long laying on the table.
I started freaking out.
The doc came in and literally within 45 seconds of her being in the room, she stabbed my face (near my eyeball) with the needle. It was shocking but probably necessary. I definitely wouldn’t have ever been ready for that.
While the feeling part was over (the needle was the local anesthetic), the anxiety wasn’t. This damn cyst was literally on the tip of my eye lid. So she had to cut into my eye. MY EYE!
I laid back and literally shut down. I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t do anything. I just laid there squeezing Mark’s hand as the doctor sliced open my eye, yanked this thing out and sewed me back up. All the while, talking a million miles a minute about God knows what.
When we left, I was totally shaken. It all felt so fast and rough. My eye felt so puffy and the anesthetic was already wearing off. I was panicking.
We had to go back to my office to pick up Charlie who was with my parents.
Right when I got in (wearing my new uniform: sunglasses all day, every day), my parents came in to see how it went.
I couldn’t talk about it or show my eye.
I grabbed some ice to put on my eye. When I pulled it back, there was blood on the paper towel covering the ice.
Everyone left and I sat in my office and I let a few tears escape.
We had Charlie’s 9 month appointment in just a few minutes, but thankfully, we decided that Mark would take her and my parents would take me home.
I laid with my animals, with an ice pack bandaged to my face and just decompressed.
When Mark and Charlie got back an hour and a half later, I was feeling better… Mentally. My eye still hurts, but the shock of having someone mutilate my face has subsided.
Now, I’m just sitting waiting for my amazing hubby to return with Thai food and ice cream. The only way to end this day.
Prepare yourself… My battle scar: