I was napping this morning because I was exhausted, at 10am…. yeah I know stuff and avoid. Around 11:45am I got a call from my eye dr that they had had a cancellation and could see me, at 12:15pm. I said I’d be there. So I change into outside clothes and I hurry there. I fill out all my paperwork and wait. So we start with the usual read the lowest line etc. Then the 1 or 2, 2 or 3 etc. It was weird because I saw double letters of everything far away which was irritating, but a side effect of my meds. The other weird thing was that the one that was clearer was always cloudy. Then she has me do the close up reading and that I didn’t see double. Then she asked me if I had a driver, since she wanted to dilate my eyes- something she doesn’t usually do- and I said no but I have sunglasses so go ahead. She did, and I had to wait for the 15 minutes…. snore!
So she looks in my eyes, nearly blinding me with what felt like the ray of the sun directly into my eye. A few minutes goes by and she is done. She says she’ll input the information into the computer “then we will talk about the results”… talk about ominous for an anxiety ridden person.
She starts out saying my nearsightedness prescription changed a medium amount and that I either need bifocals, or to wear no glasses when I read (which would give me a headache since I do have minimal correction farsighted), or I could get just reading glasses, Cue me with 2 sets of glasses on chains switching from near to far- SUPER. But then the bomb drops. I have cataracts. In both eyes, the right side being the worse, and that everything even with my glasses will look a little cloudy. She can’t tell me how quickly they will progress, or why I have them so young (39), but I do. AWESOME.
I swear it’s been one hit after another with this family lately. I really don’t know how much more I can take. Yesterday it’s electro-shock therapy, and today it’s cataracts. Tomorrow, we head to the hotel for my surgery Thursday, but before that, I get to go see my urogynocologist. I am going to ask him to run a hormone panel to know where I am at, and see if he will refer me to the endocrinologist. But who knows if he will. Fingers crossed there’s no bad news with him tomorrow. Let’s hope that all my bad news for the week is over because surgery is Thursday AM. If you pray, pray for me, if not, keep me in your thoughts!
Ill post at some point tomorrow about my fun fun gyno appointment. Hopefully I can post nothing eventful!