Health / Life · March 22, 2022

The Cure is Worse than the Disease

A month ago, I had cataract surgery. Cataract surgery was recommended to reduce my Intraocular Pressure (IOP) caused by my glaucoma rather than to enhance my vision due to my natural lens getting cloudy and impairing my vision.

During the first week’s follow-up, everything seemed to be recovering nicely. Although my IOP had not dropped and instead increased by 4 mmHg to 24mmHg, the Drs attributed that to inflammation and ongoing recovery of the eyeball.

I went home with more eye drops to deal with the inflammation and an appointment for my 1 month follow-up.

Fast forward to my 1 month follow-up and where I am expecting business as usual, the Drs instead, find that my IOP has no jumped to 44 mmHg. Their first response is to have me admitted for observation and to conduct tests as to why my IOP had shot up.

I, on the other hand, am panicking. Expecting the usual check up and go home, this was a total curveball.

I was honest with the Dr, telling her how I felt and that I needed time to process. Could I go home today? And will come in again tomorrow and if tests show IOP still high, I will agree to admission.

The Dr said that there is an oral medication that I can take called Diamox. Not recommended for long term, but if I took it and my IOP dropped to a reasonable level, then I could continue to take that until the glaucoma specialist from KL arrives at the end of the month. Then we would have to follow their lead.

So I decide to go with the oral medication and if tomorrow’s follow up shows no improvement, I am ready to surrender myself to them.

Hoping for the best.