Just wrinkled
Early this morning, we drove into the city. Traffic was lighter than expected, and we found a parking spot without difficulty. Even my wait in the “present your plastic cards” linup was brief. All in all, a model visit to the clinic. Yes, the waiting room stay was longer than I expected, given that the hospital had set my appointment only twenty-four hours ago, but complaining is highly overrated. More important are the outcomes.
I didn’t get a laser treatment today. When the initial interview showed that I was blind as a bat in one eye, an alternate plan kicked in. After all, both nurses couldn’t be wrong. Or could they? The doctor (and she is the only one that counts) immediately diagnosed another condition, with a reasonable prognosis for recovery. Seems that my cornea is “waterlogged” and has wrinkled. Think a blanket on a restless bed. And with the chemistry available, I now have (yet) another set of drops. This time around, heavily saline; enough to dry things out. My eyes and cod fish… I will have laser, but not until summer vacation is just a memory.
Actually, my guiding light / arm asked some pointed questions. Should I quit work immediately and enjoy my final months of eyesight. The unequivocal “No!” was relief. I’m not done, just yet. Sure, one eye works like (actually, no analogy springs to mind), but the other one is FB (that’s “fine business”, not FaceBook). I’m better than I realized, even if I’m not as good as I thought. And I’ve been warned that, in future, if I want some advice, I should ask instead of waiting for an offer. How unlike real life is that?
