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Setting aside the deep Zen meaning of this term, the ophthalmologist says I can expect this to happen sometimes. It's probably autoimmune, like the Hashimoto's Thyroiditis. I have the proper drops for an acute attack and now have the proper drops for after the initial trouble. The iritis itself worsens vision, and the initial drops make it much worse, but after a couple days, the new drops will work fine and don't make you worse blind. So. I put drops in now four times a day through Sunday and then should be jake.
I was going to have a stroke if he told me it was my contacts and I have to stop wearing them. He did NOT say that. I can put them back in after I'm done doing the drops... till next time....
Aging is NOT for wimps.
He also marveled that I didn't do the squinty thing without my glasses on. Then he looked at the numbers for me without correction, and went, "Oh, right, why bother?"
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I mean, it's not serious kind of serious. It was only going to get serious if I didn't start swinging from some earlobes. I did. I don't have lupus or any other really awful autoimmune things. Hashimoto's Thyroiditis is common and responds well to hormone replacement, and this new iritis gig should not be dangerous to what's left of my vision if I treat it promptly when it flares up. It's just a drag. You can't just jump up and go anywhere without making sure yer pills and drops are all present and accounted for, and not going to need refilling before you can swing it. Hassle. Discomfort. Bouts of vexation with doltish medical professionals. That sort of thing.
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love, 99
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"Oh, right, why bother?"
ReplyDeleteLOL - my right eye for sure!
When I went for my army draft physical they had me take my glasses of and look into this box contraption. Inside were several model cars which the examiner could move closer and further from the subjects eyes with sliders.
He adjusted the cars and then asked me which was closest. I replied "What cars?". He told me to stop being a smart ass, readjusted the cars and asked me again. I told him I couldn't see any cars, but the red blob seemed to be closest of all the blobs.
He had me put my glasses on and redo the test - oh - those cars...
They asked me to read out the smallest line of letter's I could make out.
ReplyDeleteI said, "E". H's looked like this: |$| and K's looked like this: \$/.
Do you think it's Freudian?
At least you got the E!
ReplyDeleteI can't find the chart!
It's raining here - wonderful sounds outside my window and sweet aromas floating in on the breeze.
ReplyDeleteI was hoping the thunderstorms would make it here, but they were a little too late and had lost the solar energy and therefore their lift and electricity. However they are still providing a nice cleansing rain.
That was on the lit up chart in the mirror gig. Can't miss that one.
ReplyDeleteRained here yesterday and cleared up this afternoon.
Number 7 is the biggest indeed...
ReplyDeleteGolly, yes! I could see that one without my glasses on! :-P
ReplyDeleteLOL
ReplyDeleteNite-nite...
Aging is NOT for wimps
ReplyDeleteYep, Mom who just passed away a few weeks ago called dying by degrees.
jo6pac
Glad you're on the mend.
Oh, I am heartily sorry for your loss. I can't decide if it would be better for us to lose them really fast or let it drag on so unmercifully. I do KNOW fast is better for THEM. The slow way is supposed to help survivors come to grips with it, and be glad of the mercy when they finally die, but my Dad is being tortured to death and I can't get used to that.
ReplyDeleteI hope your Mom didn't have to suffer too much. It's bad enough just knowing you're on the slippery slope, without the rest of the miseries and indignities attached.
I think maybe Alzheimers is the kindest way. They stop knowing who they are and who you are, and just usually turn into these sort of stateless maniacs with no connection to this world. It freaks out survivors, but the sufferers are put out of their misery, and then can't remember any unpleasantness more than a mintute or two. Horrific as it sounds, it's a comfort to realize the person you loved isn't in there to experience it anymore.
It's kind of shocking how much unendurable stuff old and feeble people end up enduring. I hope it wasn't so hard for your mom, and I hope you are doing okay with it.
xoxox