I spent most of yesterday blind. We did the surgery again, this time under general. Two hours later I felt someone shaking me, telling me to breath deeply. My left eye had a patch on it, and I couldn't open my right.

"Keep breathing," said the voice, "Take deep breaths."

I did, but my eyes stayed shut. Donna and the nurse got me out to a cab in a wheelchair. I didn't think to would be quite like this, hours lying in bed, drifting in and out of consciousness, feeling my way down the stairs to use the bathroom, all in the dark.