Monday, June 1, 2020
I Think My Body Is Rejecting Me
I didn't make it into the Nuthouse today. No, I wasn't enjoying a leisurely day at the park or spending the day doing something fun. I was calling around trying to make an appointment with an ophthalmologist. Let's go back to Sunday, late afternoon.
I was enjoying my Sunday and preparing myself for another week at the Nuthouse when I started seeing black squiggly lines starting from the corner of my left eye and traveling across my eyeball like they were marching in a parade. This lasted approximately 45 minutes and was done. I thought it was weird, but everyone gets "floaters" sometimes, so I didn't think too much about it. About an hour later it looked like I was watching shooting stars out of the corner of my left eye. So, I moved from squiggly black floaters to my very own shooting star show, cool! There was no pain involved, but something made me think this might not be good. The light show continued intermittently throughout the evening and I knew I needed to find an eye doctor.
I sent an email to The Boss, letting him know that I was going to be staying home on Monday. I told him about my eye and that I was going to be getting an appointment to have someone look at it. I then spent some time making a list to find a doctor that my insurance would cover. I found a few and made plans to call them first thing Monday morning.
I made my calls right after getting up (yup, I even slept in) and I was able to get a same day appointment after I spoke with a triage person (that really made it sound ominous). My appointment was at 2 PM and they reminded me to bring a mask.
I arrived with my mask, insurance card and identification. They had to take my temperature prior to entering the building and once it was deemed that I was not running hot, I was allowed in. I filled out the paperwork and sat waiting to see if my eye was going to be joining my toe in failing me. They dilated my eyes and looked in them (I hate that, eyes in general give me the heebie geebies). The doctor then spent some more time also looking in my peepers and said he had good news.
He brought out a diagram of an eye ball and told me I had a vitreous detachment. This is not serious; it just happens as you get OLDER! Did this man just call me old? Now, the jelly sac in my eye ball is pulling slowly pulling away and causing me to see floaters and shooting stars! He said I should be prepared for it to happen in the other eye too. Sometimes it happens within a few months to a few years. I really wasn't paying attention at this time; I was still smarting from the comment that this happens as you get older. I heard a quote recently that is very appropriate for today - "Getting old is not for the faint of heart!" Yup, first the toe and now an eye - what part on my body is going to next?
Doctor said no restrictions, just to call if it gets worse or if my vision starts to shade over. I guess it's back to the Nuthouse tomorrow.