Jan 27

Who left the lid up!?!

Normally, those 5 words make the males in my house very nervous.  We’re all trying to retrace our footsteps and remember where and when we last went to the bathroom.  It is tough, considering we can’t even remember what we had for breakfast.  We have new toilets at our house that prevent the lids from slamming, so the “non-guilty”, i.e. innocent, are not as obvious.  Still, there’s a female with a wet butt that wants an answer.

I can tell you that MY lid has been lifted and left up, to a certain extent.  Last Wednesday, the 16th, Dr. Katz completed his surgery.  Surely you remember that from my latest post. 🙂  I’m happy to announce that soon after the procedure, I felt great.  Well enough, in fact, to spend most of Thursday and Friday making phone calls and spending time at my computer.

Then, on Monday, I flew to Orlando for our National Sales Meeting where I spent 3 days seeing and being seen.  It was great to be treated as a key contributor.  My friend and co-worker, Laurie, was gracious by applying prescribed ointment to the incisions.  There were maybe 5 stitches, in all.  It was quite an experience for both of us.  Our comfort level went from a covert operation to applying the salve at the end of our breakfast line on Wednesday morning.

I told Connie that I look scared or surprised in the picture below, but it is an improvement.  Needless to say, my vision is far from perfect but we’re taking steps in the right direction.  Now that I can see out of both eyes, I have a “better appreciation for my double-vision” as Dr. Katz puts it and in the coming months there will be more corrective actions taken.  There are times when my right-eye appears to be staring at my nose while the other eye goes on about it’s business.  That’s easily corrected by focusing on something to my right.  When I’m not lifting my brow, the left-lid remains slightly opened.  This causes my eyes to dry out more-so than normal.


Most of the time, I don’t have my brow lifted for a couple of reasons.  One is because of my eye drying out and the other is because of the multiple images.  I tried experimenting with this on the plane ride home.  It was obvious to me that not only was there two separate images, but they moved with respect to each other.

Since being home, the “normal” life has continued.  I’m able to drive, run errands and see kids activities.  Colin had his first “season-ending tournament” game, yesterday.  It was tough opponent, but Colin played more in this game than any of the others.  He was 2 for 2 from the free throw line and played great on defense.  I’m so proud of how he has improved this season.  After his game, he went with a friend “tubing” at one of the Ohio ski “resorts”.  (I just couldn’t bring myself to say “slopes” or “mountain”.)  Jessica spent some of her weekend with her friends, but was my date on Saturday as we went to Panda Express for dinner.  Connie was scrap-booking for the weekend and Grant was spending time with his girlfriend after looking for a place of employment.  So far, he’s been accepted to his top 4 college choices (U. of Cincinnati, Illinois Institute of Technology, OSU and Miami (OH).  We’re going to scholarship events and completing applications during the month of February.

My vision is back to where it was before the surgery AND I’m glad that I left the lid up!

Jan 17

Film at 11:00

What does “Film at 11:00” mean?  I’ll get to that.  What it doesn’t mean is that you’ll be seeing me post my current picture any time soon.

I’m happy to report that the surgery went well.  Connie spoke with the doctor and he seemed content.  I suppose the healing process has begun but, for now, I look like a seen from a Rocky movie.  But, as someone close to me told just this morning, “what matters is the vision going out of my eyes and not the vision of the outside.”  He said it better, but you get the idea.

What a day we had.  I knew we were in trouble when I found out my surgery was scheduled for 11:30.  That means there was too much time for delays.  I was happy when they left me a voicemail indicating that it had been moved up to 10:30, so we needed to arrive by 8:30.  Better, right?  Not so much.

We arrived at 8:30, greeted by the nicest receptionist, made our payment and proceeded to don the attire provided by 9:30.  After multiple visits from various nurses gathering my vitals, Rhonda walks in.  She’s the RN and proceeds to tell me that the doctor is running a 1/2 hour behind for my 11:30 appointment.  Time out, my surgery is scheduled for 10:30.  Wrong.  At 11:40 Leon comes to take me down to the surgery waiting area.  (I glanced at his watch when we arrived)  This would more appropriately be called a staging area or holding pen.  As he wheeled me in, all that I could think of was a slaughter-house.  The smell in air, the gurney’s lined up and the frantic look on everyone’s face was a little unnerving (and this is my 3rd time here).

After staring at the Rx dispensing machine, I heard footsteps coming from my right side, which was blind anyway and then a shout, “I’ll handle this pre-op’.  Then there was this nice, gum-popping voice “Hi, are you Mr. Wagner, I’m Kristen?”.  We all know that I’m a smartass, so I said, “No, I’m your pre-op.”  I think she got the point and said, “otherwise known as Mr. Wagner.”  After Kristen, came the RN.  I was greeted by Joan, the RN on duty, who inserted my IV and quite nicely I might add (hit the vein on the first try).  She was very nice, but focused.  You could just tell that she was in charge, delivering direction whether it was asked for or not.  I asked, “Are you in charge of all of these people?”.  Her response was appropriate, “No, I’m just bossy.”

Then Dr. Crossis-sp? (the Fellow assisting Dr. Katz) came in to shake my hand and mark my forehead, so they were sure to work on the right eye.  (Ha, that would have been a kick in the pants!)  From that point, I met with Peggy (Nurse Anesthetist-sp?) and Dr. Lee (Anesthesiologist).  They delivered my shot and wheeled me into the operating room and that’s when the lights went out.

When the lights came back on, I asked what time it was,  2:15.  Wow, there goes my day.  Good thing that we didn’t have any plans.  After waking up in post-op, you have to wait an hour to move to a room.  Then, as long as you keep your solids down, after another hour you’re free to leave.  At this point, I hadn’t seen solids or fluids in 20+ hours.  Once they went in me, I assure you that, they were absorbed on contact.  Saltines never tasted so good.

It’s 4:15 and time to go.  Connie made spaghetti for dinner.  Some of the most needed carbs I’ve ever had.  Time to watch the Evening News with Brian Williams, then clean-up email for a 1/2 hour.  At 7:30, reruns of Big Bang Theory are on.  I love that show.  Connie yells at 7:40, “Uh-oh.”  I immediately thought that the squad had been called for one of our neighbors that had been having heart issues.  This was not the case.  Our street was lit up with three firetrucks, four police cars, two ambulances and other assorted personnel.


Connie said that the firemen were going to the girls house next door.  I told everyone to get their shoes and coat on, because if there was a fire we would be evacuated.  As Connie peered from the front window, I walked out to our driveway where I heard a fireman yelling, “Is there anyone inside?”.  He asked once and started kicking the door in, but continued to ask as he gave his best mule kick.  That an officer approached me and asked me to go inside.  Up the stairs I went to our bedroom, which had a birds-eye view, where Connie, Jess and Colin were looking on.  After the fireman’s mule kicks proved fruitless he broke the lower front window.  Soon after, another fireman came with a ladder and broke out one of the second story windows and the smoke began to billow.  We had a fire, but no flames could be seen from our vantage point.  Once securing entry, firemen went in with hoses and come out with one of the neighbor ladies, a cat and dog.  The cat appeared to be in the best shape of the three.

After some time had passed I went into our driveway where I met Officer Wood of the Hilliard Police Department.  He asked me a few questions.  I gave him our contact information and went back inside.  Later, I saw what I thought was another officer coming up our driveway.  It ended up to be a news reporter.  I answered a few of his questions and then he asked if I would go on camera.  It was a little tempting, but I told him that I had just had eye surgery a few hours ago.  “Would your wife be interested?”, he asked.  “I’ll check”.  A minute later Connie put on a coat and was being interviewed by Jason from Channel 10 and David from Channel 6.  Her 15 minutes of fame took up 8 seconds of air time.  The kids were diggin’ it.  Me too!


Once the latest film of the “new me” is more presentable, I will upload appropriate photos.  Film at 11:00.

Jan 15

What we have here is a failure to communicate!

Well, I’m in trouble.  I forgot to tell my mom and, secondarily, all of you that I’m having the Frontalis Sling Surgery on Wednesday morning.  It will be an outpatient procedure with “general” anaethesia.

In case you don’t remember, my last post ended…..

“My appointment was on Monday, the 31st.  He told me that it takes up to 3 weeks for approval from the insurance company.  I got a call on Wednesday that my surgery had been approved.  The first available time is January 16th.  Believe it or not, that’s too soon for me.  I’m nervous about swelling and adapting to seeing more times two.

I have some decisions to make and I’m still here to tell you about it.”

Decision was made … forgot to talk about it.  Looking forward, with trepedation, to the next iteration of the new me!

Jan 07

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!  Is it too late for me to say that…or too early?  I said “Happy New Year” to one of my customers, Friday.  He and I had been back to work since Wednesday and both thought that now would be a good time to stop with the holiday blessings.  Maybe it is, but it makes me feel good.  “I wish you a Merry Christmas”  You don’t have to be a priest or pastor to give that wish to someone.  No ordination required.

I’ll tell you though, that’s something that you don’t want to get me started on, “Happy Holidays”.  I used to say it, because it encompassed the entire holiday season.  Then, people started saying it because they didn’t want to offend anyone.  To be politically correct, you HAD to say Happy Holidays.  That goes from a simple greeting in the hall to our Christmas cards.  That’s right, Christmas CARDS.  You remember, that’s the reason for the season.  I have no problem with anyone’s choice of religion.  But, that doesn’t mean that I can’t wish them a Merry Christmas!

In my job I have the opportunity to meet people from all across the world.  Many of their beliefs are different than mine.  That doesn’t matter because, in the end, I know that I’m right. 🙂  Look at me and tell me there was no Jesus that was sent to us (earth) from God, His father.  I firmly believe that He is the reason that I’m still here and I have a job to do for Him.  My theological background does not run that deep, but it doesn’t have to.  Believe that Jesus Christ was born and died for our sins.  That’s where your personal belief begins.  You don’t have that belief so you get healthy, or get a different job or even get into heaven.  Heaven happens, but it’s not the reason for believing.  We believe because … it’s the right thing to do,,,no, ..He told us to…no (how many times do you do things because you were told to?), it feels good…no.  Everyone should understand that our belief is not in place for something to come, it ‘s in place for what has already been here and the hope and joy for what has been prepared for us.  The next step is to share this with others.  You don’t have to preach to them, but let them know what you believe and why.  They’ll see the impact that your beliefs have had on your life.  You’ll know that you’ve had an impact when they ask you, “how do I get what you’ve got?”..

Remember, it’s not about the food – it’s about the meal.  It’s not about the vacation – it’s about the trip.  It’s not about the destination – it’s about the journey.  My journey has recently taken me back to Dr. Katz for a follow-up appointment.  He took measurements of my eyesight and determined that my vision has stabilized.  I still see double – when both eyelids are open – just like I did in October.  The next step is to have the Frontalis Sling surgery.  If it’s been a while since you’ve eaten, you can “google” it and watch a procedure. It’s not something for the faint of heart.

You may be wondering why would I want both eyes open if I’m going to see double?  Why not just leave one lid down?  My goal is to get more light into my eyes.  The doctors can lessen my double vision with prism glasses and possibly more eye-muscle surgeries, within a few months (not immediate).  If need be, I can go back to wearing a patch over one.

My appointment was on Monday, the 31st.  He told me that it takes up to 3 weeks for approval from the insurance company.  I got a call on Wednesday that my surgery had been approved.  The first available time is January 16th.  Believe it or not, that’s too soon for me.  I’m nervous about swelling and adapting to seeing more times two.

I have some decisions to make and I’m still here to tell you about it.

Merry Christmas!