I’m mostly posting because I’m scared, and it’s hard to tell anyone at home because then they’d be scared too and rush around researching vitamins and force-feeding me carrots, and while I like carrots, I’d prefer a more balanced diet. So, I post it here. Feel free to ignore me, although if anyone has similar eye stories–even if they’re scary too, I think I need to know that I’m not alone in this.
It’s been a long day.
So, I got up this morning in time to rush into my clothes and get to the eye doctor. Where they didn’t dialate my eyes, for once. That was one good thing.
The bad thing is that the wierd spot they’re worried about in January is back. It went away at the last appointment (probably because I was on a course of steroids for my wrist (I used like 4 times the insulin of normal, and was still never below 150 for nearly a week)) but they definitely saw it again. They thought that there might be another seeping spot (that sounds like such a scary word when taken in context with my eye!) but when they took a picture (I do not recommend trying to get a picture taken of the back of your eye when your eyes are not dialated) the only wierd bit in the red field were a couple of little yellowish lines kind of in the lower left of the middle. So, it hasn’t gotten any worse. That’s some consolation.
So, I asked the student who had been shining bright lights at me for the better part of two hours what I could look up about this on the internet (he laughed at me). I got “retinopathy” (I’m very near sighted and have an astigmatism, which probably didn’t help matters any if the little I’ve read about retinopathy is accurate). And “macular occlusion”. He said it wasn’t something that I needed to worry about (unless my grid got worse, in which case I should panic and come see them immediately instead of waiting a month), they’d caught it early, there wasn’t anything they could do until they understood what it was doing. Don’t be scared.
Needless to say, I’m scared silly. Not that there’s anything I can do except keep looking at the grid and go to my next appointment where they’ll probably take another picture of the back of my eyes and shine random bright lights at me.
So, the day didn’t start out very well. I went to lunch with my parents (which was nice and I started destressing) and then Dad had a meeting at 2:30 before picking up my sister from school at 3. At 3 he remembered her, and left the meeting unfinished to go pick her up. We called Mom, who said that my brother had just called and he was near the high school, so he could pick her up instead, and Dad could get back to the meeting and hopefully get home before midnight.
So we arranged it. Dad went off to the meeting. I sat at his computer and thought about posting my eye story here. And my brother called. When he was on the phone with me, he said he had to drop something off before he went to get her. Unfortunately, he’d gotten distracted while talking with me, and now his keys were locked in his running car.
So, Mom and I rushed around. I went up and down trying to find Dad’s meeting to tell him what was up and give him his keys. We got my sister (only half an hour late) went to my brother’s house for a spare set of car keys through the worst traffic jam (it took us nearly an hour to drive what would normally take 10 minutes), dropped them off, and got home just in time to make supper for everyone including my niece and nephew who were over so that my sister and her husband could have a date night.
My blood sugar had been running low all day until that traffic jam.
On the plus side, I haven’t had time to think about my eye. And the kids were fun. When their mother came in, they were both cuddling with me.
But I’m tired. And stressed out. And scared. I shouldn’t be. I wish I wasn’t.