Friday 24 May 2013

Why I decided to fly by night!

I am ready to share how I'm financing this production, even if I still don't have a full cast yet, but I feel it's the right time after been discharged by Stoke Mandeville Hospital's Ophthalmology department yesterday for my right eye is stable and needs no more medical attention... What has this got to do with the play?  This is very personal stuff, so if You'd rather not mind my business, close this page right now, otherwise read on...  ;)

I'm short-sighted - no wonder, I've always been reading, writing and drawing all my life. I've been short-sighted since the age of 6, and developed a sort of "allergy" to spectacles by the time I turned 32. I no longer wanted to depend on glasses so I decided to go for laser correction but my myopia was still increasing, so a private optometrist suggested to monitor it for the next four years and see what happened. It actually took eight years for it to stabilise but, by that time, the [lazy] right eye had hit -14 degrees which, in the UK, cannot be corrected by laser (at least that's what I was told at this private clinic!)  Moreover, the left eye was stable at -9.50 so the difference between the two eyes was too uncomfortable and very much tangible when using glasses. Contact lenses  were too expensive, another reason to opt for the operation - spend the money I had saved for eight long years once and for all.  At this point, though, another procedure was discussed, also approved by an Italian eye surgeon as the best one for my case.  This was changed at the last minute by the private surgeon in London, so in the end he performed a completely different one, resulting in a secondary glaucoma with permanent damage of the right pupil. I know: all surgery carry risks - I learnt that on my own skin, but it would be nice to know which ones beforehand and be able to make the choice to opt out if too risky.  Well, this didn't happen to me: they all make it appear as if it's one of the easiest things to do, surgically open an eye! Look at their adverts on TV... a load of rubbish!

I'm not here to discuss four years of consequences and responsibilities of this operation, the hows, whens and ifs, but only the whys... There's a moment in which you ask yourself "Why?":  Why did that happen to me? Why now? There must be a reason, and I found it in a previous and similar anecdote, happened 10 months before.

I had a freaky infection on the right middle fingertip caused by continuously stabbing it with a needle... Yes, a needle prick got infected!  The bacterium that feasted on my fingertip pulp was a rare one, as rare were the reactions to all antibiotics used to try and get rid of the infection. My body wasn't responding to none of them and, in one week, I ended up having the finger opened three times (including the palm of the hand just below the finger itself, through which they finally managed to flush the infection away) and taking 15 different medicines, from tablets against high body temperature and strong pain relief that made me puke, to anti-emetic tablets to try and stop me from puking!

A nightmare! One of those situations that happen so quickly without giving You the chance to even know what's going on. I was dying, they didn't have a clue of  what was happening to me, until I decided that I had too many things to do in my life that I hadn't done yet, including two precious daughters waiting for me at home.

After these two weird experiences, one has to stop and consider life from a different perspective! So I did: if any of You has knowledge of Reflexology, You will know that the right middle finger's base is connected to the heart.  This small portion of the upper palm had been open, therefore exposing the heart. Moreover, the right hand is my dominant hand - I write with it!

So I started wondering whether this could have something to do with my innermost passions, those dreams closer to my Heart, and I couldn't lie any longer: as soon as I recovered from the scars and completed the rehabilitation gaining full mobility of the right hand, I started putting in writing all the ideas for the play!

In Hand Palm Reflexology, the right middle finger is also connected to the right eye... How creepy is that? So in my pursuing a legal action against the private surgeon who operated the right eye, I realised that I would have lost the case - no doubt, but at least I managed to get all my money refunded. 

Part of that money will be used to stage my play!

Thank You and Goodnight  ;)

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