Into the Light

This is something of a feedback/update post. The direct feedback answer is, unfortunately, "Yes, the eyesight is getting worse."
The retina reattachment procedure performed last January was not as successful as either I or the doctor had hoped. By the doc’s choice, the silicon oil remains in the vitreous as a pressure regulator to keep the vulnerable retina in place. I’d just as soon have it removed and see how things go on their own and know, ultimately, what I will–or won’t– have to work with going forward.
I do not blame my current retina specialist for the failure. I do blame Michael O’Brien at Koch Eye Associates for using the Cialis-induced vitreous hemorrhage to scare me into having the PRP surgery. O’Brien ignored that I told him, that other doctors had found it acceptable and successful to monitor the left eye retina closely but not go forward with PRP because the retina was entirely stable. O’Brien had tantalized the possibility that the vitreous hemorrhage was not from the Cialis. Time proved me right but there’s no consolation in that. If I had not done the PRP, the hemorrhage would have healed and I wouldn’t still be legally blind and losing more regularly.
Before the reattachment, things were going darker for me. The changes would be random setbacks as floaters dislodged. The aspect of the reattachment that required the vitreous to be drained solved that.
The current setbacks are not random. My experience and attention to the problem reinforces my "crazy" theory that the standard treatment of diabetic eyes is contributing to the problem. Instead of going dark, I am having increasing problems processing light. Twilight for me is more akin to what nighttime used to be. My eyes cannot seem to spread light particles to cover areas. I see light sources as glaring beacons that add no atmospheric light.
I am blinded in daylight for the opposite effect. Too much light is just too much, too bright, blinding. Concentration on the keyboard allow me to see the marks on the keys, but looking to the TV I use as a huge monitor washes out all else and looking back to the keys is all but impossible. (I type in a half-ass mix of "proper" typing and hunt and peck that gives me a respectable but far from professional word rate. I had started fiction writing–and typing–before high school and had never been able to "unlearn" my personal progress to make better long-term progress in Mrs. Sprague’s freshman year typing class.)
Instead of seeing everything going dark, everything is washing out. Direction, intensity and sources of light have a huge impact on what and when I can see, more than ever.
The degradation is not random, nor constant, but does not improve after a while.