Creepy picture. Right? There was no way I was posting a photo of my eye without serious Photoshop. Honestly, it's better than the real thing. At least it's artistic. Sort-of.
Anywho. Today I went to see the very pregnant glaucoma specialist. The first hour I was there was tests. I did the field of vision test which seemed to take forever. That's the test I call Pac-Man. It's like playing a video game. Then they took pictures. They also took this thing that was like a utility knife with a fat needle shape at the end and poked my eyes. I got yelled at for closing my eyes. Hell's bells. There was a needle shape coming toward me. I'm ducking blinking.
Finally the doctor arrived with her assistant. She was wearing the same scrubs as the staff. I would have never known she was a doctor. The doctor Monday was wearing street clothes and a lab coat. Doctor clothes.
They didn't dilate my eyes. She examined both. Confirmed that the one was gone. I need minor glaucoma surgery that can be done with the cataract removal. Risks don't go up. Thankfully it is not the major one.
I have chosen to approach this as positively as possible. Maybe less drops. Maybe no glasses for near vision. Those are great things to look forward to and embrace. Mostly because the alternative would be hell.
But I'm not being stupid. I have to be prepared if I cannot work. I've applied for PaceNet. I tried to apply for Social Security and got
locked out. (Bonnie is screaming it's about ducking time. Can you hear her?) What else do I need to do? I'm sure there is an app for that.
One part of me wants to sell everything and move into a tiny studio apartment that I could navigate blind. Another part is shouting don't be ridiculous. But seriously what would happen with the twins if I go blind? That's the scariest part of all.
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