It was back in July that I started noticing a blurry spot on my right eye. I thought it was no big deal and that I’d just bring it up at my next annual exam in September. But over the weekend the small blurry spot that had been a mere curiosity developed into a genuine blindspot and began to freak me out.
I ended up taking a trazadone last night to help me sleep, because my mind was spinning on the idea of what night be wrong with my eye, and the fear of losing my vision. Wondering if I could still drive if I couldn’t see out of that eye anymore.
I did my normal routine in the morning. Trying to be normal until I could call an eye doctor for an urgent appointment. The closest ones open late on Tuesdays so I had to wait until 9:30 to call the first one. They never answered the phone. I left a message, but got impatient and called the one that opened at 10 at 10. They actually answered their phone, so I didn’t bother to answer when the other folks called back a little later.
I worked until lunch time, ate, and then drove to Ontario. I checked in and got taken back for evaluation, which included dilation. The diagnosis was a detached retina, and they wanted me to see a specialist as soon as possible. They got me in at 8 tomorrow morning.
I had suspected that I might end up needing to go to Boise, so I brought clothes and toiletries and my laptop. I figure it didn’t hurt to pack wands if I had my stuff I wouldn’t need to drive back home before driving to Boise where the specialist is.
I’m staying with a friend who lives pretty close to the retinologist. I’m trying to be cool about this whole thing. As someone with pretty bad myopia, I’ve known that this was a risk for years. I’m confident that they can fix this. I need to avoid straining, lifting, and bending. I’m to sleep with my head elevated, and by no means to sleep on my stomach.
The eye doctor cleared me to take my migraine medication, thank goodness, because my regular monthly headache arrived this morning. I waited to medicate until I was done driving for the day, but the headache had now been defeated.
I took a short walk and got a delicious chicken torta for dinner And I’m just chilling this evening, watching TV and staying up a little late so I can get to sleep easier, hopefully without using any sleep aids. I’ll know more in the morning.
I wish Ambrose were here to take care of me. My friend who give me a ride in the morning, and I’ll get a Lyft home whenever they’re done with me. It’s going to be okay. That’s what he’d say to me.