Before the operation, I was desperate to have the eye removed. Partly because I did not want the infection to spread and partly because of the pain. The doctor was experienced and did a good job. She was one of the few local doctors who can perform that operation. Others would have removed the eye but not been able to install the frame, on which the fake eye sits. This would have left me with a nasty looking empty socket.
Waking up from the anesthetic my wife was there to greet me. A touching memory. Healing was not troublesome. Walked around with a black eye for a few days. I was told that the vision of my remaining eye would improve but I can't say that I have noticed such a thing. I am now a lot more clumsy than before, and have to take care on the stairs of our house.
Weirdest thing was the hallucinations. The nerves of my missing eye obviously still wanted desperately to be receiving information, in lack of which they just made stuff up. At night I would see worm-like things snaking around each other. A bit scarry, but also very compelling. These have faded but my ability to envisage things at night is now supercharged. In the right circumstances, visual ideas come thick and fast.