Corneal transplant operation
It was an accident that caused vision-loss in my left eye from what I was told.
It happened when I was just 2 years old; my parents brought me to the neighborhood park where I was playing in the sand, and then proceeded home. I think i had alot of fun at the park that day, because i was tired, and honestly I don‘t remember anything from that time. Mom should be the one carrying me home I‘d imagine. They would have wrapped me up in a dumpling and neatly place me in my basket and that‘s naptime for me. Meanwhile, they went to prepare dinner.
This is when my eye felt itchy, and I didn‘t know any better, so I kept on rubbing it. Basically, the sand granules had gotten caught inside, so naturally, I rubbed my eye which led to damaging my cornea which later became infected.
I was then treated with one cornea transplant operation that turned out unsuccessful. My body rejected the donor part. Under the guidance of the doctor, we were told it would be better for me to physically mature first before undergoing another surgery..... the surgery that i havent had the chance to have, still. Next thing, I turned 18 and lacked medical insurance, my previous doctor retired, found a new doctor, who unfortunately passed away after our agreeing to operate on me. I became detached to the whole eye thing as time faded, and years passed, other things I had to do first. There was definately some negligence towards that eye.
Throughout all the years there after, in growing up with this condition, it did not affect my capabilities in anyway thankfully. However, it‘s physical appearance kept me very self-conscious. The constant reminder by people I‘d newly meet, and among peers, especially in school, had negatively contributed to creating an anxiety issue during a critical part of my social development. Here‘s an example: My self-awaress level regarding, eye contact during a conversation would have easily made me feel isolated; I would start wondering where‘s he/she looking while I was talking, or vice versa I‘m not looking at anyone directly because I didn‘t need to weird anyone out and moreso, avoiding potential negative reactions.
Throughout all the years there after, and growing up, that‘s just how it was for me. It might have heightened my observation senses, and my interest to draw might have played a role as well. I spent most my school years sleeping and drawing and that was satisfying. I told myself i liked doing what I wanted, while a part of me was really lying to myself, but I won‘t know and as the introverted-ness kicks in, i learnt to look pass all that, and that‘s how the past was.
Welp...!!! It took me way too long, but did finally grow out of that phase. Am glad that I never missed my chances to see all the beautiful things and experiences that living life had shown me.
There‘s always something and one thing just leads to another, all the time. I admit that I did do a terrible job at saving up the funds for it and when they tell me to, "follow up and hurry up in getting the eye taken cared of!!"..... well, I would if I could. A whole bunch of blinks later, I‘m now 33 years old, and long overdued for the biggest operation of my Iife, probably, and it could be nice, guess We‘ll SEE
Thank you for your time and reading all the way till the end
Happy Holidays =P
Sincerely, Vincent
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