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Still Not Winning Today
So, I promised someone that I would call the eye doc today after my eye was all wonky again yesterday. Little did I know that the nurse would get pretty concerned from my description and tell me to come in. I even ended up talking to the doc (whom I really do like) and she told me to anticipate dilation.
Now, here's the thing - for anyone new to the Home Game of Bewize's Life - I don't like eye things. This is a mild understatement. I have fled movies after an unexpected eye scene. The only time in my life I've ever come close to fainting was at the eye doc when they wanted to do the puff of air test. i have left several doctor's offices in high dudgeon over that puff of air test. I have managed it ONE TIME in my life. That's it.
Ditto the dilation thing. I've never actually had that done before today.
I get there and it takes me about 15 minutes to work up the guts to even go through the door. Then I see her and tell her what's going on, and about the other antibiotics, and she says, "I can tell that you're eye isn't great without doing anything. It's swollen and red."
She looks and gets even more concerned, at which point I am now shaking, because she's done such terrible things as put her hand on my cheek and shine a light in my eye. It took me almost ten minutes before I was able to agree to let her dilate my eyes, during which time I'm literally shaking like a leaf and am half afraid I'm going to throw up.
I have a question that someone asked in the back of my head, "What are you afraid will happen?"
Honestly, I'm afraid my eye ball will fall out of my skull. Yes, that's ridiculous. But there you have it. And I never promised to not be ridiculous.
I couldn't do it. I ended up pacing in the parking lot, for a few minutes, collecting myself again, before I finally agreed. The doctor was so nice. She actually paced with me until I was calm enough to let her do it.
For the record - it wasn't terrible. It wasn't pleasant, no, but it didn't hurt. It did sting a bit, but the worst part was still my growing concern that I might vomit.
I was also pretty upset by the realization that I couldn't work for the rest of the afternoon. Or at least, that I couldn't see to work up close. I'm typing this with the hope that I'm not making too many typos, because I still can't see a damn thing - at least not easily. I've also got sunglasses on, not, because I'm doing my movie star impression, as was the guess of the maintenance crew, but because light hurts my eyes.
I'm a bit afraid to drive. Because, on top of all this, my vision is still blurry, which was the problem to begin with here.
Anyway. She thinks it's allergies and an infection. I told her I'd been on antibiotics for the last 27 days with one more day to go, and she decided to opt for antibiotic drops. We compromised on the contacts/glasses debate.
I have to go back on Friday.
I am mot happy about any of this, except the part where my eyeballs didn't fall out of my head. I'm very, very happy about that.
I'm still not doing the puff of air test.
Oh, and randomly, the technician asked for my phone number. Apparently, he digs hysterical girls. *fails*
Now, here's the thing - for anyone new to the Home Game of Bewize's Life - I don't like eye things. This is a mild understatement. I have fled movies after an unexpected eye scene. The only time in my life I've ever come close to fainting was at the eye doc when they wanted to do the puff of air test. i have left several doctor's offices in high dudgeon over that puff of air test. I have managed it ONE TIME in my life. That's it.
Ditto the dilation thing. I've never actually had that done before today.
I get there and it takes me about 15 minutes to work up the guts to even go through the door. Then I see her and tell her what's going on, and about the other antibiotics, and she says, "I can tell that you're eye isn't great without doing anything. It's swollen and red."
She looks and gets even more concerned, at which point I am now shaking, because she's done such terrible things as put her hand on my cheek and shine a light in my eye. It took me almost ten minutes before I was able to agree to let her dilate my eyes, during which time I'm literally shaking like a leaf and am half afraid I'm going to throw up.
I have a question that someone asked in the back of my head, "What are you afraid will happen?"
Honestly, I'm afraid my eye ball will fall out of my skull. Yes, that's ridiculous. But there you have it. And I never promised to not be ridiculous.
I couldn't do it. I ended up pacing in the parking lot, for a few minutes, collecting myself again, before I finally agreed. The doctor was so nice. She actually paced with me until I was calm enough to let her do it.
For the record - it wasn't terrible. It wasn't pleasant, no, but it didn't hurt. It did sting a bit, but the worst part was still my growing concern that I might vomit.
I was also pretty upset by the realization that I couldn't work for the rest of the afternoon. Or at least, that I couldn't see to work up close. I'm typing this with the hope that I'm not making too many typos, because I still can't see a damn thing - at least not easily. I've also got sunglasses on, not, because I'm doing my movie star impression, as was the guess of the maintenance crew, but because light hurts my eyes.
I'm a bit afraid to drive. Because, on top of all this, my vision is still blurry, which was the problem to begin with here.
Anyway. She thinks it's allergies and an infection. I told her I'd been on antibiotics for the last 27 days with one more day to go, and she decided to opt for antibiotic drops. We compromised on the contacts/glasses debate.
I have to go back on Friday.
I am mot happy about any of this, except the part where my eyeballs didn't fall out of my head. I'm very, very happy about that.
I'm still not doing the puff of air test.
Oh, and randomly, the technician asked for my phone number. Apparently, he digs hysterical girls. *fails*