It's Tueday evening and I just returned from the hospital, three days later. My suspicion was correct: A hole in the retina with its hem already detached. Went there to the ER on Saturday night, got first inspection 3 hours later, eye doctor unsure whether it can still be treated by laser or needs a full-blown surgery via pars-plana-vitrectomy instead—dismemberment of the vitreous body, substitution of the aqueous humour with gas, air, or some silicone oil, to press the retina at its place, with possible side complications like further detachments—so I was checked-in overnight. On Sunday the senior physician opted for laser treatment, and I got 397 shots in my eye. Next examination on Monday it was decided that although the lasering seemed to have worked, there should be some icing in the area near the nose where the laser couldn't reach properly. If that works, fine; if not, the senior physician suggests the pars-plana-vitrectomy, Which I will then decline, opting rather for half-blindndess. We'll see after the next consultation come next Monday.

The shit thing is: The surgeon whom I consulted for the final examination on the success of the surgery of the right eye on Thursday (before Staurday's ER) didn't heed my remarks that I was seeing black dots flying across my left eye. Instead he said I'm fit to work again. Had he reacted properly, then the whole thing could have been lasered far easier, said the doctor in the ER.

Yes, I do hate cataract surgeries. And idiots posing as master physicians when they are nothing more than fricking amateurs. (Like the rest of the hospital. Unbelievable the shit that happened all around.)