I thought I was seeing things. I kept trying to brush my eyelashes out of my eyes, or pick fluff off them. Last night it slowly dawned on me that something was getting between my brain and what I was looking at.
First thought - floaters, those little bits of stuff that are sometimes found in the vitreous humour of the eye. But my eyes (especially the right) felt a bit gritty and tight. So off it was to the optician's, where I was due for an eye test anyway.
Two-and-a-half hours later, my eyes had been observed, tested, dripped with stinging drops to make the pupils dilate, with soothing drops, and finally photographed. Here is my right eye:
Now you know me better than I know myself.
The optician could see some floaters, one of which looked a bit like a tadpole. Of course, they are pretty well untreatable except in extremis.
In case there is something he's missed, he's written me a letter to take to the hospital ophthalmic department of my choice.
All I need is the time to fit a visit in between work and my appointments for my shoulder, while making a moment for my burglar alarm engineer and getting the builder down to rectifypart of the job he began and never finished (and I have yet to pay for...)
Oh, and I left the shop with an order in for two new pairs of glasses amounting to a cool £700.
I'll never be rich.
8 comments:
Yikes! He doesn't think it's a cataract? Just floaters?
ooo, I know what you're going through with the eye exams. My husband has been to the optician's office more times in the last 3 months than he has in the last 10 years.
I hope it's nothing Val and just floaters.
Urgh, I hope they're just floaters.
A few years ago I got a corneal abrasion in my right eye. I couldn't wear my contact lenses for a while and I had to use special eye drops and ointment for something like two weeks. Just try not to rub your eyes too much, because something could scratch them.
Thank goodness, JoJo, it's not. I have my eyes checked every couple of years, so I think if I ever develop any, he will catch them early.
I was told that I'm in the early stages of a cataract...Can't say I'm crazy about the notion.
When I saw the title of your post on my dashboard, I smiled : aïe, aïe _ phonetic, you know. After reading your post, I don't smile anymore. I wish it's just floaters. You're not healthy right now. Take care of yourself, Val. *Hugs*
Thanks for your good wishes, everyone, and Tess, I know the prospect of any surgery is frightening, but cataract surgery seems to be very successful these days. Lots of good thoughts coming your way.
I have floaters, but they've never made my eyes feel bad..hope thats all it is with you..maybe it's a side effect of Fridays drugs?
I feel you on the glasses..I hate having to get new ones..so expensive and so important
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