July 8, 2014

... not altogether good

So I'd been feeling quietly confident having cleaned the bathroom - its ready for Alicia and Ryans' baby Etienne to be born - just breath deeply and wait, I thought.

Then this morning Bob asked me if there was anything in his eye and described a text-book case of a detached retina.

Dr Baille, blessings on her, saw us immediately. I rang Kat from the good doctors office and she agreed without hesitation to give up her days work and take us to Carcassonne. Many blessings on her too. Maragret drove her over to collect us and I heap more blessing there also.

At Carcassonne - the clinic Montreal - we were passed from nurses to eye geezer, who used their fabbo modern kit to look deep into his eyes. Yup; detached retina. Operate immediately, says our man - Bob was due to fly to London early tomorrow morning but our man said that would be too late and anyway he must not fly.

Dear Kat drove us onto to Toulouse to the clinic de l'Union, where we saw nurses, specialist, other  nurse, aneathatist, and 'wecome to the hospital' nurse. (In the course of this we saw Phillipe and Maryse, of Esperaza - bit like an hallucination! - they were seeing the aneathatist in advance of a little op on Phillipes foot.)

So.... they operate on Bobs eye tomorrow. They will inflate the eyeball, shift the retina, relocate it and glue it down with lazers.
THEN (this is the exciting bit) he can't move for a month. No travel, no work, no dog-walking; no computer, no books, no nothing. He rests on the sofa and watches TV or the retina dosent heal. So thats that then.

We left him happily anticipating the football on the TV in his room. I'm gutted at missing the dinner at Gert and Elizabets. Hoping that this will happen another time and that they have a lovely evening without us, honest; though I'd rather be there with them.

I go tomorrow with stuff he needs and stay overnight at the hospital, somehow (erm, hello, Kat?) get him back on Thursday.

A long and frightening day but the prognosis is good. Things could be worse. Thanks to all for everything.

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