I wimped out this morning after an uncomfortable night's sleep. I was now more afraid not to go to the doctor than to see him. I mean, I might be a pain in the arse, but I don't like pain. Hubby made an appointment for Dr. Tom Carton, at 10:00 am. I was still in bed at 9:00 so there was scrambling in the dark to get a shower, blinds pulled and curtains closed. The light sensitivity was worse so I had to wear shades and not because my life is so bright. The sun was shining this morning so we had to close all the mini blinds and the curtains downstairs as well. Not only was the bad eye sensitive but the right one as well, I guess the nerves are all connected. The pain felt like I was being punched in both eyes. So I have to wear sunglasses to keep as much light out as possible and avoid looking at brighter areas.
So we drove to Lunenburg with me in the backseat with shades on and a Save Easy shopping bag over my head; no, not the plastic one, those black fiber cloth things. I felt like a kidnap victim, trying to figure out where the car was. I certainly felt every pot hole and bad stretch of road more than usual. The car felt like we were flying so I kept telling hubby to slow down but he was doing the limit or perhaps maybe he was driving fast so we wouldn’t be late, I couldn’t see to tell. Without any reference points a person feels quite lost. I got a taste of what it’s like to be blind and it’s a scary!
We all have a thing that unglues us. For me it's the eyes so I’m scared out of my gourd and insist hubby comes with me for support. Like a little girl I needed to squeeze his hand but his phone rang and he left to take the call so all I had to grab was the doctor. He’d already been warned of my weakness by his receptionist so he knew I would be difficult. With nothing to hold on too for comfort, I groped him several times by the arm and once his chest. I know full well I’m acting like an ass but powerless to stop. I can’t even say I’m acting like a child because I’ll bet they’re more brave than me. Even through the angst, I’m still a clown and commented that I hoped I wouldn’t grab something I shouldn’t and he replied “That might be the best thing that happens today.” How sweet, putting me at ease like that. It broke some of my tension. Hey don’t worry, I know him so the joke was funny and perfectly okay.
He also made a funny when putting drops in my eye. My head was back preparing for the drops and I’m acting all weird when he says, “Look at your toes”. My brain is distracted momentarily while I contemplate the impossibly of what he's asking when splash, it’s all over. Not a bad ruse, probably something he uses on children or big babies like me.
Hubby finally came back in so I clutched his hand for the remaining exam. There are no words to describe my silliness over eyes, although it’s not logical, it’s real to me. I can’t recall anything happening as a child to begin this phobia and I'm not willing to spend the money on psychiatrists to find out. On the flip side, you should see me in a disaster. I'm as cool as a cucumber. I would take charge and keep others calm, stop bleeding and do whatever is necessary to save the day, but a hair in the eye reduces me to a sniveling, quivering bowl of jelly.
Anyway, I am happy to report that he never once caused any pain more than I was already experiencing. He froze the eye right away which brought instant relief. Then he examined it closely and told me there was no longer any irritant hanging around but I had scratches which were causing the pain. He prescribed an antibiotic drop to be administered every hour to make sure infection doesn’t set in and then I have another appointment tomorrow morning. All in all I feel better but still suffer light sensitivity so I’ve been napping all day. My eye is still uncomfortable, I can feel where it was scratched as it moved about under the lid. I have compression gauze taped over the eye to help it stay in one place so it stops getting irritated as I blink. I look like a dork.
I love little interesting tidbits and this one is great for the collection. Never flush an eye with well water. Apparently there are microbes in it that will grow around the eye and cause all manner of problems. Luckily I only used town water at the shop and didn’t use anything except the drops at home.
We had one little incident. Hubby accidently grabbed the squirt bottle of eye wash instead of the antibiotic and we didn’t realize it until after the drop was in and burned like hell fire. There was a lot of foot stomping and loud “OMG’s” until he got the right bottle to cool down the burn. I think maybe he’s trying to get rid of me so I’ll have to keep an eye on him, if only I had good one!
So we drove to Lunenburg with me in the backseat with shades on and a Save Easy shopping bag over my head; no, not the plastic one, those black fiber cloth things. I felt like a kidnap victim, trying to figure out where the car was. I certainly felt every pot hole and bad stretch of road more than usual. The car felt like we were flying so I kept telling hubby to slow down but he was doing the limit or perhaps maybe he was driving fast so we wouldn’t be late, I couldn’t see to tell. Without any reference points a person feels quite lost. I got a taste of what it’s like to be blind and it’s a scary!
We all have a thing that unglues us. For me it's the eyes so I’m scared out of my gourd and insist hubby comes with me for support. Like a little girl I needed to squeeze his hand but his phone rang and he left to take the call so all I had to grab was the doctor. He’d already been warned of my weakness by his receptionist so he knew I would be difficult. With nothing to hold on too for comfort, I groped him several times by the arm and once his chest. I know full well I’m acting like an ass but powerless to stop. I can’t even say I’m acting like a child because I’ll bet they’re more brave than me. Even through the angst, I’m still a clown and commented that I hoped I wouldn’t grab something I shouldn’t and he replied “That might be the best thing that happens today.” How sweet, putting me at ease like that. It broke some of my tension. Hey don’t worry, I know him so the joke was funny and perfectly okay.
He also made a funny when putting drops in my eye. My head was back preparing for the drops and I’m acting all weird when he says, “Look at your toes”. My brain is distracted momentarily while I contemplate the impossibly of what he's asking when splash, it’s all over. Not a bad ruse, probably something he uses on children or big babies like me.
Hubby finally came back in so I clutched his hand for the remaining exam. There are no words to describe my silliness over eyes, although it’s not logical, it’s real to me. I can’t recall anything happening as a child to begin this phobia and I'm not willing to spend the money on psychiatrists to find out. On the flip side, you should see me in a disaster. I'm as cool as a cucumber. I would take charge and keep others calm, stop bleeding and do whatever is necessary to save the day, but a hair in the eye reduces me to a sniveling, quivering bowl of jelly.
Anyway, I am happy to report that he never once caused any pain more than I was already experiencing. He froze the eye right away which brought instant relief. Then he examined it closely and told me there was no longer any irritant hanging around but I had scratches which were causing the pain. He prescribed an antibiotic drop to be administered every hour to make sure infection doesn’t set in and then I have another appointment tomorrow morning. All in all I feel better but still suffer light sensitivity so I’ve been napping all day. My eye is still uncomfortable, I can feel where it was scratched as it moved about under the lid. I have compression gauze taped over the eye to help it stay in one place so it stops getting irritated as I blink. I look like a dork.
I love little interesting tidbits and this one is great for the collection. Never flush an eye with well water. Apparently there are microbes in it that will grow around the eye and cause all manner of problems. Luckily I only used town water at the shop and didn’t use anything except the drops at home.
We had one little incident. Hubby accidently grabbed the squirt bottle of eye wash instead of the antibiotic and we didn’t realize it until after the drop was in and burned like hell fire. There was a lot of foot stomping and loud “OMG’s” until he got the right bottle to cool down the burn. I think maybe he’s trying to get rid of me so I’ll have to keep an eye on him, if only I had good one!
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