Crossed Eyes
When I get tired most people who know me well, know that
when I get really tired my eye has the tendency to lean slightly to one
side. When I was around three years of
age my mother noticed I had problems
with my eyes. She took me to the doctor
and He said I would need a surgery to straighten my eyes and it needed to be done at a very early age
or it would be too late. My mother sat up a surgery date, which was at five years old, and when the day came I
was very afraid. My mother sat by my bed
as I told her how afraid I was and she sat up with me playing paper dolls. I guess I fell off to sleep and the next
thing I knew I became conscious in the surgery room long enough to think they
were stealing my eyeballs. I couldn't
move or anything, I was just
conscious enough to be aware. After surgery I woke up in my bed and became
very alarmed. Then my mother held me tight and tried to comfort me, but I was
screaming because I thought I was blind and I kept screaming over and over
again " they stole my eyeballs, they stole my eyeballs, and panicked enough to start swinging my
fists as my mother held me in her arms. I hit her in my panic as though I were drowning. My mother told me later in life that I had hit her until my mother had black and blue marks, because she would not
let me put my hands to my face but I managed to get my hands to my face and ripped
those bandages of my eyes. Then a
calmness came over my little body because I could see. I said, "then with joy. I see two mommy's, I see two daddies and two nurses walking down
the hall. " I could see two of
everything.
I had to wear a patch over one of my eyes along with my cat eye glasses. I hated those glasses I hid numerous pares. I hid them in the sand, I hid them in the hamper. I remember waking one morning and I hunted for my glasses and couldn't find them. I became very frightened because I had a bad dream that a hand came out of a box and took my glasses. So then my glasses became very important because I couldn't understand where they were and I was scared because all I could see was that hand taking my glasses.
I had to wear a patch over one of my eyes along with my cat eye glasses. I hated those glasses I hid numerous pares. I hid them in the sand, I hid them in the hamper. I remember waking one morning and I hunted for my glasses and couldn't find them. I became very frightened because I had a bad dream that a hand came out of a box and took my glasses. So then my glasses became very important because I couldn't understand where they were and I was scared because all I could see was that hand taking my glasses.
My mother later found
my glasses in a flower arrangement that was placed in a bowl that was held up
by cherubs. None of us knew for sure how
they got there. So my parents believed I
was sleepwalking.
I praise God my eyes are both looking in the same direction and thanks to the doctors that made sure they did a job that has lasted still to this day. Because I can see and I can see straight.
Susan Y Nikitenko
June 21st, 2013
Short Clips from My Past
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