If you’re squeamish you may need not to read this post.
Had a biopsy on that little triangle of skin in the corner of my eye on Friday. It’s just like a freckle, really, but they wanted to check it out. Suffice to say it was a horrible experience. Once you’ve had your eye washed out with cleaning fluid and are lying blinking and streaming, with a bright light added to the equation, that’s when they stick a needle in your eye. Well, that little corner piece of skin, anyway. It was that part (the local anaesthetic) that was most misery-ating (I know, not a word, but it is in my disctionary). The stinging pain in the corner of the eye is not one you can remove yourself from and I’m afraid I don’t even know if my eye was merely watering profusely or I was actually crying.
It’s the first time I’ve had a surgeon wipe away my tears.
They were very nice, although I did get a premonitory twinge when the nurse stationed herself ready to hold my hand. Hand holding is underrated; I was very glad to cling to her.
I was also given a cup of tea afterwards. Did I look that bad?
Now I’m praying that it comes back clear so I don’t have to go through it again.
As usual in having an experience like that I can’t help but be reminded of those who have to have unpleasant procedures like this on a frequent basis. Er. Almost wrote that it was an eye-opening experience, with no intentional pun. Ugh.
But you get the point.
Am stopping now.