Saturday, October 17, 2015
The eye has it
By now, dear readers, we have established...I AM a wuss! Freaky things freak me out. Like blinding flashes of light out of the corner of my eye. Like a floater the size of Mississippi apparently resting comfortably right in front of my line of vision. Like a veil of little polka dots precluding visual acuity. The onset of said excitement? Of course. The first day of our vacation to Arkansas. Here's where the kudo's begin. It was a weekend. Once I had panicked significantly, I called my eye doc to see what I should do. I got a recording saying I should leave a message. I did. They called back. They suggested that I should not be overly concerned--this type of thing apparently is somewhat normal. Not for me. To ease my mind, they suggested I should try to see an ophthalmologist on Monday. In Arkansas? Well, I started calling on Sunday and finally reached the clinic Monday morning. Come in, they said. They would work me in. I went in. I didn't wait long. They worked me in. The optometrist who did the initial screening was a wonderful lady who professionally observed my condition and suggested an eye doc look at it. She did. She said it was a result of the number of birthdays I have had, and it would eventually go away. Make a follow up appointment in 4 to 6 weeks. I felt so much better. As the week progressed, I thought I saw improvement. But toward the end of the week, either my brain or my nerves kicked in and I decided I wanted my own eye doc to look at it. I called for an appointment. None was to be had. We decided to take a chance, so we drove all day Thursday so I could be at the clinic Friday morning. They worked me in. My eye doc explained to me what was happening in terms even I could understand. He eased my mind. Wait. I shall wait. Until then, I shall see the world through one good eye and one eye that makes so many unique shapes! This, too, shall pass. I will once again see through two eyes. The world will not end. And I will celebrate "normalcy"! Perhaps, what I need is a patch...and a parrot! Arrrrrgh! I will definitely celebrate the kindness of the professionals who managed to "work me in"! Attitude? Gratitude!