It seems kinda sorta was not what the doc had in mind. He was looking for perfection. I have a recalcitrant implant that was not sticking in place, so Friday I was poked and prodded, a speculum screwed my eye open and needles injected another air bubble in my eye to hold it down. I then got to spend another 24 hours flat on my back, no pillow, no tv, just staring at the ceiling with my one good eye. Saturday meant 12 hours of my awake time on my back. I know why Cyclops was so pissed all the time in mythology. His lower back ached and he was bored. Now I'm back to blurry vision, like looking underwater, as I focus through the air bubble. The good news is I only have to spend 1/2 my waking hours lying on my back today.
So it goes.