October 26, 2010
October 17, 2010
Survival Guide- Pterygium
Pterygium is:
a) gravitational force field
b) eye disease
c) floral pattern
Wikipedia tells is as it is:
"Pterygium most often refers to a benign growth of the conjunctiva. A pterygium commonly grows from the nasal side of the sclera. It is associated with, and thought to be caused by ultraviolet-light exposure (e.g. sunlight), low humidity, and dust."
Pterygium is sort of eye disease- I wonder how common it really is, because I had never heard of it until I found one in my eye. It was a filmlike worthless growth, not painful at all, but caused irritation and became bright red telling the truth about my sleepless nights. Tiredness, wind and sun seemed to make it worse. At first I thought it's like cling film, something that could be used in kitchen to cover the leftovers and pop the container in the fridge. So I tried to scratch it off, but of course nothing happened- sloppy performance. It was there to remain and nothing except from a sharp knife or another kind of instrument would remove it.
I had my procedure done as day surgery, hospital in the morning, home in the evening, which suited me very well and I recovered from general anesthesia (bless those mind-altering substances!) by the time day surgery ward closed. I was asleep throughout the whole thing, just did not feel comfortable hearing and "feeling" things happening around me, so sleep sleep sleep was the way to go for me. Local anesthesia works well, that I can say from experience, having had eye pressure checked numerous times prior (and as an afterthought, after surgery too) to surgery. But just the thought of someone poking my eye with sharpest tool in the box.. It was a NO.
After surgery I was little nauseated, no pain at all.
The first week wasn't the most comfortable week in my life, but not the worst either. During the worst moments, Brufen/Panadol took care of the discomfort, I would not even go as far as saying it was pain. Just discomfort. Eye drops and ointment caused more headache so to speak, it was kind of a challenge to get the ointment to go where it was supposed to go: not on the top of the eyelid or on upper part of cheek. Into the eye, somehow.
Eye is still red, but white part of the eye is getting back into its normal "white" condition- no pain at all, eye drops daily x4. Eye opens well, eyesight may have improved, but I am not sure about that just yet. I don't even know if pterygium affected eyesight, how far it had really grown. Well of course the doctor explained all this, but I could only absorb so much information- the part that I considered important at the time.
The thought of having something "alien" in my eye was strange and almost as soon as pterygium appeared and I found out what it was, I knew it had no place in MY eye, and out it comes, sooner or later. Latest vision check-up shows perfect vision in the right, and 25/20 vision on the left, this is pretty good I think.
Good result, as good as it can get. Doc said that he removed it all, it was pterygium, nothing malignant, and that message meant the world to me. It was not a painful separation.
Definitely an eye opener- pun intended.
a) gravitational force field
b) eye disease
c) floral pattern
Wikipedia tells is as it is:
"Pterygium most often refers to a benign growth of the conjunctiva. A pterygium commonly grows from the nasal side of the sclera. It is associated with, and thought to be caused by ultraviolet-light exposure (e.g. sunlight), low humidity, and dust."
Pterygium is sort of eye disease- I wonder how common it really is, because I had never heard of it until I found one in my eye. It was a filmlike worthless growth, not painful at all, but caused irritation and became bright red telling the truth about my sleepless nights. Tiredness, wind and sun seemed to make it worse. At first I thought it's like cling film, something that could be used in kitchen to cover the leftovers and pop the container in the fridge. So I tried to scratch it off, but of course nothing happened- sloppy performance. It was there to remain and nothing except from a sharp knife or another kind of instrument would remove it.
I had my procedure done as day surgery, hospital in the morning, home in the evening, which suited me very well and I recovered from general anesthesia (bless those mind-altering substances!) by the time day surgery ward closed. I was asleep throughout the whole thing, just did not feel comfortable hearing and "feeling" things happening around me, so sleep sleep sleep was the way to go for me. Local anesthesia works well, that I can say from experience, having had eye pressure checked numerous times prior (and as an afterthought, after surgery too) to surgery. But just the thought of someone poking my eye with sharpest tool in the box.. It was a NO.
After surgery I was little nauseated, no pain at all.
The first week wasn't the most comfortable week in my life, but not the worst either. During the worst moments, Brufen/Panadol took care of the discomfort, I would not even go as far as saying it was pain. Just discomfort. Eye drops and ointment caused more headache so to speak, it was kind of a challenge to get the ointment to go where it was supposed to go: not on the top of the eyelid or on upper part of cheek. Into the eye, somehow.
Eye is still red, but white part of the eye is getting back into its normal "white" condition- no pain at all, eye drops daily x4. Eye opens well, eyesight may have improved, but I am not sure about that just yet. I don't even know if pterygium affected eyesight, how far it had really grown. Well of course the doctor explained all this, but I could only absorb so much information- the part that I considered important at the time.
The thought of having something "alien" in my eye was strange and almost as soon as pterygium appeared and I found out what it was, I knew it had no place in MY eye, and out it comes, sooner or later. Latest vision check-up shows perfect vision in the right, and 25/20 vision on the left, this is pretty good I think.
Good result, as good as it can get. Doc said that he removed it all, it was pterygium, nothing malignant, and that message meant the world to me. It was not a painful separation.
Definitely an eye opener- pun intended.
September 12, 2010
September 10, 2010
Unfit and short of breath
Those who have experienced frequent fluctuations in their weight, know this: one day your weight is within "normal" limits, you feel fit and energetic, just to "wake up" one day to realize things have gone into opposite direction. Fit, but fat. High BMI. Obese, overweight.. yeah something like that. Not everyone is blessed with ultraspeedy metabolic rate. It's much easier to walk amongst the crowd, unnoticed for months and even years, pop into coffee shop, enjoy the latte and croissant.. until one day clothes do not fit. Image in the mirror looks.. ok. Off to the shops and buy something bigger to wear. Stretchy clothes are the best, they cover multitude of sins. At the same time no one including me notices the gain of extra pounds.
Weighing scale, an enemy shows a reading that simply must be wrong.
Yes, I am obese, near the crossroads of being "just" overweight, but let's face it, BMI of 30.5 is classified as obese. I did not think anything of it, because I could still wear size 12-14 clothes. They still looked pretty good on me, not the most comfortable and best fit, but still they fit.
Having been denied bariatric surgery (as I am not morbidly obese, neither am I diabetic or have any other debilitating condition), I realized I've got to do it on my own.
Not totally alone, of course. There are gyms, personal trainers, walking and running tracks etc, yoga classes.
First step cutting back all unnecessary stuff such as pastries, cookies, Pepsi, candies. It is still soooo hard to pass by the cookie shelf at the supermarket. Cheesecakes, fresh white bread, chocolate chip cookies.
Second step: remember the 12 step program for AA. Yes, it might be the best decision to cut it all out, no cookies. One small single cookie may be the beginning of snowball effect and eating habits become erratic again.
My new job gives me regular hours, an opportunity to exercise, eat sensibly. Insomnia is non-existent, I sleep better and can survive well with just 6 hours of sleep as opposed to 12 hours before.
Of course healthy eating and exercise contribute to good night's sleep too.
Off Pepsi for weeks now and soon after that my life became much better; good quality sleep. Brighter skin (thanks to glycolic peels too). More energy.
I'm not saying this is going to be easy as it was much easier to eat eat and eat.
I've got to fill the empty spaces that food left in my life with something else. I am an unfit fat yoga teacher, but it's not too late.
Weighing scale, an enemy shows a reading that simply must be wrong.
Yes, I am obese, near the crossroads of being "just" overweight, but let's face it, BMI of 30.5 is classified as obese. I did not think anything of it, because I could still wear size 12-14 clothes. They still looked pretty good on me, not the most comfortable and best fit, but still they fit.
Having been denied bariatric surgery (as I am not morbidly obese, neither am I diabetic or have any other debilitating condition), I realized I've got to do it on my own.
Not totally alone, of course. There are gyms, personal trainers, walking and running tracks etc, yoga classes.
First step cutting back all unnecessary stuff such as pastries, cookies, Pepsi, candies. It is still soooo hard to pass by the cookie shelf at the supermarket. Cheesecakes, fresh white bread, chocolate chip cookies.
Second step: remember the 12 step program for AA. Yes, it might be the best decision to cut it all out, no cookies. One small single cookie may be the beginning of snowball effect and eating habits become erratic again.
My new job gives me regular hours, an opportunity to exercise, eat sensibly. Insomnia is non-existent, I sleep better and can survive well with just 6 hours of sleep as opposed to 12 hours before.
Of course healthy eating and exercise contribute to good night's sleep too.
Off Pepsi for weeks now and soon after that my life became much better; good quality sleep. Brighter skin (thanks to glycolic peels too). More energy.
I'm not saying this is going to be easy as it was much easier to eat eat and eat.
I've got to fill the empty spaces that food left in my life with something else. I am an unfit fat yoga teacher, but it's not too late.
August 26, 2010
July 30, 2010
Hey you, tailgater
This is not my last, or the first post of weird driver performances in traffic.
On my way home from work, on a narrow road, I saw fast approaching pair or bright shiny headlights in my rear view mirror. All of a sudden they were, few inches to spare between his and my car. Brake time! Even red brake lights did not slow him down, not mine anyway and his luxury car was missing the brakes altogether! Considering he was at least a mile away when I turned on this road, he must have been speeding as well, just like he was doing right now. I say "he", because this Speedy Gonzalez parked his car when he reached his destination- same as mine, and I saw him getting out of the car, looking all smug and proud of his white maximum performance Nissan Maxima. Yay! Car ain't even his property, it is daddy's!
I could just stand there and look and wonder what sort of punishment this chap deserves. I stood and wondered so long that he was already gone.
But wait, there's always next time, and the next and so on, and next time I'll take a photo of both of them and call 911.
Another one for your entertainment: two lanes leading towards home (as always..). Speedy Gonzales in GMC stops at the red light, just after he has overtaken me twice (don't ask me how he did it, and I was well within the 65 speed limit). Light's RED, bright RED but the moron decides for him it has already turned GREEN, brightest of all. GMC ready for action, he turns to right and I stay behind- no words, but, yes, this is another Kodak moment!
What's the excuse of speeding? Tail-gating? None I say.
Airbag may save your life, or it may not, all that's needed is one crash and adios speedy four wheeled vehicle. It's a different story what happens to life itself then. It is not just YOU, the driver of Nissan Maxima/GMC, alone in this world, but many others too. Would your consciousness tell you you are still this good likeable chap if you went to killed someone else in the process? I don't know and can't imagine how, if ever, one can get over the thought of killing someone you love while showing off in daddy's white Nissan Maxima.
There are people dying of cancer and many many other things all over the world- why is it that some drivers have death-wish?
Nothing against GMC/Nissan Maxima drivers, but those two often stick out like a sore thumb.
On my way home from work, on a narrow road, I saw fast approaching pair or bright shiny headlights in my rear view mirror. All of a sudden they were, few inches to spare between his and my car. Brake time! Even red brake lights did not slow him down, not mine anyway and his luxury car was missing the brakes altogether! Considering he was at least a mile away when I turned on this road, he must have been speeding as well, just like he was doing right now. I say "he", because this Speedy Gonzalez parked his car when he reached his destination- same as mine, and I saw him getting out of the car, looking all smug and proud of his white maximum performance Nissan Maxima. Yay! Car ain't even his property, it is daddy's!
I could just stand there and look and wonder what sort of punishment this chap deserves. I stood and wondered so long that he was already gone.
But wait, there's always next time, and the next and so on, and next time I'll take a photo of both of them and call 911.
Another one for your entertainment: two lanes leading towards home (as always..). Speedy Gonzales in GMC stops at the red light, just after he has overtaken me twice (don't ask me how he did it, and I was well within the 65 speed limit). Light's RED, bright RED but the moron decides for him it has already turned GREEN, brightest of all. GMC ready for action, he turns to right and I stay behind- no words, but, yes, this is another Kodak moment!
What's the excuse of speeding? Tail-gating? None I say.
Airbag may save your life, or it may not, all that's needed is one crash and adios speedy four wheeled vehicle. It's a different story what happens to life itself then. It is not just YOU, the driver of Nissan Maxima/GMC, alone in this world, but many others too. Would your consciousness tell you you are still this good likeable chap if you went to killed someone else in the process? I don't know and can't imagine how, if ever, one can get over the thought of killing someone you love while showing off in daddy's white Nissan Maxima.
There are people dying of cancer and many many other things all over the world- why is it that some drivers have death-wish?
Nothing against GMC/Nissan Maxima drivers, but those two often stick out like a sore thumb.
July 20, 2010
July 07, 2010
Fell off the wagon
Grey's anatomy ended in a strange, but fascinating way and I am going to keep watching. One thing I quit is FarmVille. They kept losing my horses, newly built stable, harvester and crops that I had already harvested, kept withering. New addiction is FrontierVille, but I much rather go visit my horse and farm all I can at his stable.
One of the weirdest most disturbing nightmare last night: I left, came back, found myself climbing up high rise building wall and onto balcony, then let myself in, found my room. Filthy, looked like it was already occupied (why didn't I utilize elevator, instead of rock-climbing on the building wall..?). Then I met my new housemates, but thought this is sooooo weird.. And what happened to my horse? Where is everyone I know? Kept delaying going to the stable, and when I finally did find my way there, I was told my horse died two weeks before I returned. All I saw was an empty stall! Then I woke up and realized it was just a nightmare, but still it felt so real.
It was much worse that all cancer nightmares, real and in dreams, that I have ever had.
New job is waiting just around the corner, in October. Waiting and waiting.
One of the weirdest most disturbing nightmare last night: I left, came back, found myself climbing up high rise building wall and onto balcony, then let myself in, found my room. Filthy, looked like it was already occupied (why didn't I utilize elevator, instead of rock-climbing on the building wall..?). Then I met my new housemates, but thought this is sooooo weird.. And what happened to my horse? Where is everyone I know? Kept delaying going to the stable, and when I finally did find my way there, I was told my horse died two weeks before I returned. All I saw was an empty stall! Then I woke up and realized it was just a nightmare, but still it felt so real.
It was much worse that all cancer nightmares, real and in dreams, that I have ever had.
New job is waiting just around the corner, in October. Waiting and waiting.
June 28, 2010
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