I Tried to Participate in My Cataract Surgery

I dressed as they had suggested; comfortable slacks, a t-shirt, and my comfy dollar store shoes. It was the day of my first cataract surgery. I was looking forward to seeing better. When I arrived in the surgical unit, they asked if I had to go to the bathroom before they hooked me up to the heart monitor, put drops in my eyes, and put an I-V in my arm. I politely said no to the bathroom visit.

I was not anxious, but to fight any anxiety that might come, I silently recited as many Bible verses as possible. Waiting for the surgery was not bad, but suddenly, I had to go to the bathroom. My nurse disconnected the monitor and showed me the way. I was delighted to see the bathroom. Soon I was back in my bed, hooked to the monitor, and ready for surgery. Ten minutes later, they rolled number seven by my bed and into surgery.

I was number eight; I knew that I would be next. After a short meeting with my Doctor and the Anesthesiologist, they began rolling me to the operating room. I only remember half the ride; I was out. They must have administered the anesthesia on the way to the room because I do not remember arriving there.

After being out for a while, I began to see different shapes out of my left eye. Did I wake up? I heard someone say, “Why is this so hard?” Being a helper by nature, I moved my right hand toward my eye and said, “I can help.”  They told me I did not need to help and to keep my hand down. I saw an oval shape and then what felt like a half cup of liquid in my eye.  I do not remember anything else; I was out again.

I woke up in recovery talking to the nurse. She sat me up and gave me some water to drink. The water tasted good. I hadn’t had anything to eat or drink since midnight.

Everyone was on their “A” game that day. I had no pain, but I did have a large patch covering my left eye. Soon I was in the car and on my way home. I enjoyed telling my wife the story of how I tried to help with my cataract surgery. I was wide awake, so we stopped at one of our favorite restaurants. I ordered a broasted chicken dinner. We conversed and enjoyed a great meal. After lunch, we went home. I slept most of the day and all through the night. I can only surmise that after helping with the surgery, I was exhausted. Call me Dr. Bill.

Published by People Pastor Dr. Bill Fix

Bill Fix loves serving the Lord and helping people. For many years he pastored in central Florida and Southern Michigan. He and his family traveled extensively performing illusion, puppets, ventriloquism, chalk art, and comedy as a creative way to present the Gospel. When Bill and his family performed, people listened. Bill is a writer and has written several nonfiction Christian books. He has also written a few books for young children. He writes a monthly blog and a newsletter every two weeks. Pastor Bill has been married to his beautiful wife Dottie. for fifty-one years. Their two adult daughters married Godly men and gave them four amazing grandchildren. In 2022 they became great-grandparents. Pastor Bill Fix, known as The People Pastor. has many hobbies like writing, fishing, and spending time with family and friends. He is a popular and frequent officiant at weddings, dedications, and funerals. You can personally email him at fmcbillfix@aol.com or visit his Web page at www.people Pastor.com.

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