I went to the eye

I went to the eye doctor yesterday, because I suspected that my eyesight had gotten way worse. I was right; my eyes are pathetic. I knew this because when I stood on the treadmill in the workout room and looked at myself in the wall-size mirror across the room, my features were blurry. My nose and eyes looked the same. Oh, and I was getting crippling headaches at night, probably from straining to see all day. Driving had become excruciatingly painful. Anyway, I did need a new prescription, but because most Optimetrists don't stock my contact, I still have to wait for my new contacts. I can't wait to see again.

I also learned that I have to take out my contacts while I sleep. I've been leaving my contacts in all night for a long time. It's so convenient! Get up in the middle of the night to pee--no worries! I can see everything. And I never seem to have a problem with dry eyes, and it just seems to work. But no longer. Apparently, my corneas are oxygen-deprived. My body is trying to compensate by growning blood vessels that attempt to reach my corneas. While that in and of itself is not a problem, it can become one if those blood vessels grows over your corneas. Which can happen. So I made an executive decision to start taking my contacts out and adding an extra minute and a half to my morning schedule. I'd rather not have obstructed vision, or worse, surgery on my eyes.

This was quite a revelation to me. No eye doctor has ever told me this before. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad to know it. It might save me from a world of troubles. But I wonder, is it just that my other doctors sucked? Or did they not care if my vision was obstructed? Or hey, more money for them? Anyway,the doctor I saw was quite possibly the best eye doctor I've ever seen, even better than my first eye doctor, who I remember as being quite wonderful. Too bad her office was forever away. I'm always nervous about male doctors (just something I have), but this guy was fantastic. Great "bedside" manner, I guess. Also, the nurses at the office were kind of batty. My nurse left in the middle of taking my information to go have a loud phone conversation next door, punctuated by giggling. I'll admit, that made me nervous. I also found out, from another phone conversation next door, that my doctor is going to Florida in two weeks. I found this out because the woman on the phone next door said "Boston" and my nurse yelled (YELLED!) from her seat next to me "No! Florida!" In the middle of the second portion of our little interview. And when the woman (presumably a nurse) next door didn't hear my nurse, my nurse continued to yell, "Florida!"

Now that I think about it, the appointment was a little surreal.